When
I was in the sixth grade,
these niggas was bitch made.
They was thinking science,
I was thinking get paid.
I always kept a plan to get dough,
like selling the same * I used to steal from out of stopping goal.
I used to run a paper route,
but that ain't pay me enough.
I was still on the bus,
my mom would always tell me don't you rush to get old.
But barely did I listen to the * I was told.
I was a ghetto boy,
long before the rap group existed.
I used to take my lunch money and pitch it.
I stayed on suspension,
I ain't * with school.
Truant officers be chasing me,
I'd give them the blues.
Hit the pipes off a roof and just to pass the time.
Shoot the * and walk the shamrock,
stole me a wine.
Get smashed and hit the bus stop with school that I'd.
Get off a teeny house and bust that cock.
Walk up outta Rears,
my smelling like fish in my pocket.
Look back to the south side,
walking home from walk-ins.
I stopped to see the homies off the hump of the street.
All you game in the front yard, bump this beat.
Ever since I could remember,
I've been on my grind all the time.
I kept in the paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind.
I had to shine, fight any means necessary.
I had to go out and get it and come back with it.
Good life I was with it.
My balls and my words told the liquor that the world was mine.
That's why I stayed on the track.
I remember when the dope game started up,
serving the hypes.
I was seeing more dope than I ever seen in my life.
I was rocking up eight balls and mowing the *.
Kept a thousand in my pocket,
twenty more in the safe.
I had my grandmother guessing how I got that *.
Cause every other day I had to buy new kicks.
Hope they can't step into me as if I was the man.
Getting telephone calls from my uncle's friends.
I'm sixteen years old with games so throwed.
I was parking niggas frontin' me and * they hoes.
Eventually I moved out,
rented a house,
I'm stretching the dope.
Cutting seventeen from my house with coffee pots full of spray.
I'm moving big way,
but that was back in the days.
Nobody thought about a dope case.
It's all mapped out.
Get in, get out.
They giving motherfuckers ten years for each rock.
It's * ain't it?
But I'm looking at the picture they done painted.
They hanging all these niggas whose careers was dope gaming.
The crack epidemic had you locked if you was in it.
And even if you stepped out with bread you couldn't spend it.
In the beginning,
niggas had their whole hood flooded with
that Antonio Montana disease like *.
The drug war was just another day in the life.
You * over me, I * you.
They gave me the right.
Ever since I could remember I've been on my grind all the time.
Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind.
I had to shine.
My enemies necessary,
I had to go out and get it and come back with it.
My balls and my words told a nigga that the world was mine.
That's why I stayed on my grind.
I'm bumping down I-10 with a car full of hands.
Finna check my ends, finna get this Benz.
Stop showed up my drop spot by red lights flashing.
I'm 30 and if he wants to search I'm a blast him.
I roll the windows down so I can show him my hands.
Wouldn't you know the cop that pulled me over my man.
I got a brand new plan.
Take this * to the line.
Stop at Shoney's and give it back.
I'll give you a dime.
With 10,000 you can go to work for a week.
Take some time off to think.
I'll even throw in the key.
He stopped at the mall.
I gave him the door.
Checked in my room.
Roofed out the scale and the blow.
There's a knock at the door.
I grabbed the phone.
It was the homeboy who set me up down on the floor.
Ever since I could remember I've been on my grind all the time.
Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind.
I had to shine.
My enemies necessary,
I had to go out and get it and come back with it.
My boss and my words told the * that the world was mine.
That's why I stayed on my grind.
Ever since I could remember I've been on my grind all the time.