Tru Fam Lyrics
On The Grind

[Intro]

[Hook]
We on the grind yea we on the grind (chea chea)
We on the grind yea we on the grind (what what)
We on the grind money all the time
Bout to go crazy like we bout to lose our mind

[Verse 1]
Wait when it comes to me you don´t know a thing about
Not a problem for the way that we bring it out
These other rappers pretty good but they not me
I´m hotter then you can say about times three
My paper long you gotta stand back
Jerz got da fam back
Aye bay bay just to hear them hand claps
Respect I demand that
Flyer then a plane so go worldwide my nigga yea and land that
Eating over here how muh you say you paper long
Girl talk head in the kitchen put that apron on
No telling when it´s gone stop
No affiliation with the law we buy it and we don´t even call it cop
Not high but mami she’ll blow my mind out
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Grinding police kanine couldn´t find out
Sware I had enough to take
Need food on my plate
Money like J holiday or Ima suffocate

[Hook]
We on the grind yea we on the grind (chea chea)
We on the grind yea we on the grind (what what)
We on the grind money all the time
Bout to go crazy like we bout to lose our mind

[Verse 2]
See I don´t like these lames so I walk right past ya
Mind your business boy ain´t nobody ask ya
Game is what I´m squeezing mills what I´m breathing
Doing hundred on the parkway and I´m speeding
Waiting long enough now I feel it´s my turn
Bring the problems straight to your head like a sideburn
can´t fall now to long I been holding on
So I talk slicker than a lane you been bowling on
(chaos comes in)

[Hook]
We on the grind yea we on the grind (chea chea)
We on the grind yea we on the grind (what what)
We on the grind money all the time
Bout to go crazy like we bout to lose our mind

[Outro]