Letras
The grind don't stop for no one
I take it as it is, I'll make it out of the doldrums
The shit that you be takin' for granted
Be the shit that I be makin' the most of
Said the grind don't stop for no one
I take it as it is, I'll make it out of the doldrums
The shit that you be takin' for granted
Be the same shit that I be makin' the most of (stop)
Mm, yeah
Bet on my art, I'm supposed to be killin'
Traded in a drug for a drug, I'm dopamine driven
Hate on me? You buggin', you fuckin' jokin' me really
Got that A to Z cadence, they waded, dove in, and I'm swimmin'
Bitch, I owe this to the OGs with a mortgage and some children
Ogling and cheering when I'm walkin' in the building
Ain't no parking in the city
Drove it from the lot to the bar, to the spot at the top where it's hilly
All my dogs ain't seen a vet in five years
Too busy, just chasing pussy, catch it
I could die here, happy baby, why fear?
God is dead, water's wet, and the cops kill
(Organized crime like the mafia)
Y'all chill, I get it, I got GAD too
And you ADD homie? I'd pop an Addy too
That'll do, slow-release
You can close the door and leave
Don't perceive me like please, no one notice me
The grind don't stop for no one
I take it as it is, I'll make it out of the doldrums
The shit that you be takin' for granted
Be the shit that I be makin' the most of
Said the grind don't stop for no one
I take it as it is, I'll make it out of the doldrums
The shit that you be takin' for granted
Be the same shit that I be makin' the most of
Hey, me again, Mr. Gotta-Be-It
And I'll never quite be it, insufficient for eternity (hey!)
Just ambition, the nerve of me for wishin'
That this hurt could leave the picture if I earn it first
But the party ends, and I can't find an audience
I'm back amidst the silence, and it's only me
No matter where you come from, where you travel, what you run from
What you battle, doesn't matter if you're lonely deep inside
Oh, I need this pride, I wear it like it's me, and not a part of me that died
I share 'bout every demon through this art, but even I
Find it hard in person to be burdening my friends with all the words I keep inside
I keep inside me, they come with shame, I wanna believe they're not me
But in that pain there's something I gotta find, see