The Grind Lyrics - Second Coming - Tq

I often dream of bad days and different times 

And I just don't know a better way 

For me to get mine, mmm 

That's why I got to shine 

The game been good to me 

Ain't nothin' gon' stop my grind 

So it ain't no need to fake on me 

Guess some folks just too far behind in they mind 

(And it's a crime, crime) 

Well, Terry gon' keep on movin' 

I see you tryna get me 

Never gonna let them bustas get to me 

'Cuz I'ma get that, even if ya with me 

Always keep my tired eyes open 

Like OJ, you can't stick me 

I got something for the whole damn world to see 

So I'ma give it up, best believe me 

Ain't gon' get me off of my grind 

Grind, grind is exactly what it seems to be 

For all of those times, you know those times 

When you wish for some prosperity 

All you could find was hate, deceit and lies 

So you tell somebody else, to get it off your mind 

Wanna get it off of your mind, well, I start hearin' melodies 

So I grab my pen and pad and recline on my grind 

And that's how Terrance keep movin' 

I see you tryna get me 

Never gonna let them bustas get to me 

'Cuz I'ma get that, even if ya with me 

Always keep my tired eyes open 

Like OJ, you can't stick me 

I got something for the whole damn world to see 

So I'ma give it up, best believe me 

Ain't gon' get me off of my grind 

We on the grind y'all, 'cuz we some worldwide riders 

What, we on a grind y'all, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah 

You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash 

All my life, LBC, for my city I mash 

All these OG's and BG's and wannabes and L O C's 

The only friends I got is my 2 1 3 

Just my dog Snoop, T, Woop and my nigga N A T E 

Can't forget about my nigga H to the dizzy 

Pressure and strifes, them wanna take my whites 

But these jaw jacks and hood cracks 

Will make you break some bizacks, what you thought? 

Ya know what I'm sayin', we on the grind like that 

Thought we was trippin'? 

Haha, all you thought we had was jeans and t-shirts? 

What? We hustlin' 'cuz we want it all 

Brand new socks and drawers, fool 

I see you tryna get me 

Never gonna let them bustas get to me 

'Cuz I'ma get that, even if ya with me 

Always keep my tired eyes open 

Like OJ, you can't stick me 

I got something for the whole damn world to see 

So I'ma give it up, best believe me 

Ain't gon' get me off of my grind