On My Grind Lyrics - Ace Hood

[Intro] 

Hustler 

Ruthless 

Struggle 

Real nigga radio 

[Chorus] 

I been on my grind, I done hustled for green 

I done hustled for days just to go and get paid 

And I done been on them blocks, I done ran from no cops 

And I done sold them rocks but at the end of the day 

I got to get paid. 

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[Verse 1] 

Well I'm a Broward County carnivore 

Get it like I got a boy 

Money what I hustled for, grind to the fucking core 

Ever since that I was born, street nigga I was sworn 

Made nigga fuck a whore, M.O. be the preacher boy 

Either I'm the features meet the heater millimeter toy 

Love to go and meet a boy, bang nice to meet you boy 

Yeah, you a dead nigga comin' soon 

Young Gutta I was born without that silver spoon 

Pen and pad, Dad sniffing in the living room 

Messing up his innertubes, rule number one to move 

One supply you never use, that's the code I'm sticking to 

Money is my institute, drug is my prostitute 

And I call this my interlude, rappers they identi' fools 

Grinding since I been in school 

Eating without that fork or spoon, money man sticking to it 

Money man you should do it, yappa chopper sticking to it 

Thugging in my blood fluid 

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[Chorus X2] 

[Verse 2] 

And momma taught me always told me "Get your money youngin" 

Just don't amount to nothing 

Always seemed to reach for something 

I took her word in vain and claimed to keep that paper coming 

Them case a hundreds keep them cloudy days away from sunny 

But long nights a paranoia let them take it from me 

So I toss and turn, blow and burn till my eyes turn 

That yappa ferm pop a germ if any concerns 

I got them goons lurking haters murder paint it perfect 

That's dirty work and let my killers do unrated versions 

Because I'm a hustler, so 954 

Black tee from the neighborhood corner store 

Thugged out, went south when I was just a boy 

I figured money was my only institution ward 

Was never crazy, fuck you pay me, never was a maybe 

You ever play me, miss your lady, kiss your baby bye 

Was only sixteen with pistols in my toolbox 

[Chorus X2] 

I got to get paid 

I got to get paid 

[Chorus]