Da Grind Lyrics - A Long Hot Summer - Masta Ace

Yeah 

Send this one out to everybody, trying to make ends meet 

Yeah 

I'm on the grind 

Still got my money on my mind 

And I, feel like I'm walking on the line 

When it, seems like I'm running out of time 

That's when I'm going on the grind 

Ay yo, I'm trying to make my dollars double 

I done found a place to fit in 

For niggas trying to get into this power struggle 

I work hard on the job like immigrants 

And always try to get my first half in advance 

It sounds strange but the rap game is not a game 

You could make a lot of money gain a lot of fame 

But don't get it twisted 

You could get addicted 

Buy a mansion in the Hamptons, and get evicted 

Now if you call me and I'm not around 

I'm probably putting my grind down 

Doing shows out of town 

I be the manager, road manager, and call handler 

Booking agent, choreographer and tour planner 

I be the V.P. of marketing and promotions 

Producer and arranger, with a range of emotions 

And after it all, I still gotta perform 

At three o'clock in the morn', when half the fans are gone 

But it's fine 

Been on the grind since like '88 or '89 

The game is foul like a plate of swine 

Now is there anybody kind like me? 

Is anybody out there on the grind like me? 

For everybody working nine to five 

For everybody trying to rise with they eyes on the prize 

I'm with 'cha, we all going through it 

But yo, deep down inside I know we still gon' do it 

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I'm on the grind 

Still got my money on my mind 

And I, feel like I'm walking on the line 

And it, seems like I'm running out of time 

That's why I'm always on the grind 

Yeah, I'm on the grind 

Still got my money on my mind 

And I, feel like I'm walking on the line 

When it, seems like I'm running out of time 

That's when I'm going on the grind 

Photos 

Yeah 

I really feel I'm blessed cause I was born with a talent to rhyme 

But the stress got me this close to quitting sometimes 

On the crowded A train every morning 

I can't wait for the day 

My hustle game don't got to start this way 

Niggas think it's all good when they see me and hear my CD 

And think I'm jumping in the 745 with TVs 

They don't know I miss tours and shows 

To go to work and pay bills and keep dough on my clothes 

In the shadow of a legend so 

They expect me to spit and sound like him 

But y'all need to let it go 

Everyday I face the crossroad of rap or drugs 

Album cuts and singles and crack heads and clappin' thugs 

When I'm broke my moms won't even give me a hug 

But on payday I'm her baby then she call it love 

I keep making my moves cause one day I'm a prove 

I got what it take and I will not lose 

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