E.S.G. - Keep On Grindin' lyrics

(*talking*) Man huh, you gotta get up on your feet That means ha-ha, you got's to bring it (shine on) Cause there's no hand outs and ain't a damn thang free And if you don't know that by now, you will never know You know what I'm saying, you wanna shine you get your grind on [Hook: Ronnie Spencer] If you wanna shiiiiiii-iiiii-iiiine (you wanna shine n***a, you gotta grind n***a Because the only thing you wasting is your time n***a) You wanna shine, you gotta grind Cause the only thing you wasting is your time One day you here and then you gone (so get your grind on) [E.S.G.] I seen a whole lot of n***az, that I knew in the past Use to be up on they feet, now they flat on they a** I knew some athletes who thought, they game was the sh** But when draft day came, my n***az didn't get picked Now they ain't doing sh**, but sitting around getting high n***az thinking a million dollas, just gon fall out the sky That's why I mash n***az, and I stay thoed 24/7, hustling in the studio Money comes money go, so I must invest My dues more boys like D-O-C, and have a god damn wreck I know some n***az who'd rather, sit around on they porch and smoke Instead of taking they a** to work, they get paid in truck note Now depending on mama, ain't gon last forever See I fell off before, but I got my act together I know some n***az got rap, contracts for mills Didn't grind in the studio, and they lost they motherf**ing deals [Hook] [E.S.G.] Now this ain't all about n***az, I know some trifling hoes Rather get they hair fixed, than by they kids some clothes These hoes rather go, to the club every night Until she came home, and wasn't no gas and lights Now when sh** don't go right, people love to blame another When a buster get caught, he run and tell them undercovers Y'all sorry motherf**ers, I ain't gon say it no mo' And broke n***az get jealous, when a playa got do' But if you know like I know, they say it's hell for a hustler In this white man's world, see everybody's trying to f** ya Kin folks be the worst, they'll f** a n***a first Like them dopefiend uncles, stealing your grandma purse Gotta peep my verse, it's all fact not fiction We all started in the ghetto, from the same position Don't get mad you ain't listen, you chose to skip cla** Should of made you some cash, with your unemploy'd a** [Hook] [E.S.G.] Tick-tock, Cardier watch still ticking Your partnas getting the head, you in the bed bullsh**ting Now everybody trying to claim, you owe 'em some'ing Because we all started out, on the same block pumping I'm trying to have 'em jumping, to the message I'm sending Got bills to pay, ain't no time to leaning If you ever been broke, I know you boys know the feeling Now what would you do, you had your hands on a million It prolly wouldn't last, brand new S-Cla** By the time you bought a house, you back on your a** I'm on some Bill Gates sh**, some Microsoft sh** Create a new computer chip, and build my own cruise sh** Get down with your keep, promote some fights and sh** Call Quentin Tarantino, go half on a flick Prolly invest in some melons, so when my folks get sick If we'd get off our a**, we'd have all kinds of sh** [Hook] [Ronnie Spencer] Ain't you tired, of sitting down Waiting for the first, to roll around Bill ain't paid, rent is due Stand up and be a man, it's all on you You wanna shiiiiiii-iiiii-iiiine You wanna shine, you gotta grind Cause the only thing you wasting, is your time (so get your grind on) You wanna shine, you gotta grind Cause the only thing you wasting, is your time You wanna shine, you gotta grind Cause the only thing you wasting, is your time (so get your grind on) One day you here, and then you gone