Hey..like what the hell am I doing ryt Verse 1: Ayo tones you tripping Whats going on homeboy you slipping Are you o.K men your acting diffrent And it looks like you lost a little weight since christmas Plus round town men their saying your distance but You know me I dont try to listen cause Im your homie so I bag to differ When they saying that your really getting out nah my n******g Nope no dope in my vain Why I admit it yeah I'm slippin I'll go back for my strain Trying to get it, trying to ride, trying to go for the skeem Selling crack its the american dream but For God sake what a n***a gotta do to make half a million Without the F.B.I catching fealings This is how I'm leaving Father please forgive me Gotta get this money fast right in front of mamas building Chorus And Im grindin til Im tired They say You aint grindin til you tired So Im grindin with my eyes wide Looking to find (looking to find)
A way Through the day A light For the night Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why You havent taken my life Like what the hell am I doing right Verse 2: See if the O.G want me they would beat this like this I wish I would have listen aint no time for wishing I gotta hit the kitchen, and cook up their favorite dishes cause I really need some real money like right now So I can buy me truck and a nice house Pay the rent when its due take the wife out But how am I suppose see if my lights out Mr. Officer Mr. Officer Their wont be any snitching so dont make no offers no Cause I've been train from the craddle to the grave To be brave and I wont violate the code of the game(no way) How could I..take my back off the grind When its gunna take my life and I'm in lotto Till my haert beats no mo' I'm gunna stay on my grind and gring mo'