Grindin Axe

Uh, systematic, problematic, dollar bills I gotta have it

I gotta have it counting from sun up to sun down

Don't come around trying to downplay the way that I ground lay

Seeing you it must be clown day

Scan the landscape for potential plays

So many shells from pistol blaze, these streets is a grave

Efficiency of maximum effects, I ain't stressed

I know what I'm capable of, I'm staying blessed

I'm catching wreck in the recording booth

So much done but I got more to do, you thinking of outscoring who?

I got an axe to grind, skip the front of the line every time

My rhymes stimulate the young minds, even the old ones

They see my catalog as gold mines

Me and the microphone got soul ties

I make fight-back music, sit-back-and-relax music

But it's really just crack music

Back out the garage in a foreign whip, GT spoiler kit

We trying to be more than rich

Dominating all aspects, warrior aspects

These dudes funny but I ain't laugh yet

Loyalty is tested through time and not easy to find

Fortunately, I'm all solid with mine

I get brolic with mine, stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready

I need a plate full 'cause I got a big belly

The shit you could make a man do for a trophy

Don't sell yourself short or cheat yourself, treat yourself deep as felt

In temperatures that's hellish, gold relics embellished

Stay away from that cellar, shit'll get better

It's war necessary means to peace amongst the fiends and beasts

And the succubus between the sheets

At the top of Mount Olympus is where we meet

Take a look at the score and see it's a sweep

Tell them open the doors so we can eat

Pull that Shogunn up and throw it on repeat

Pull that Shogunn up and throw it on repeat

Pull that Shogunn up and throw it on repeat