Y'man Dog - Grind Lyrics

This for my niggas on their grind
Out here tryna shine
Nothing else on their mind
Except get rich before they die
Whether it's rhyme or crime
Or puttin in work from nine to five
Just keep ya eyes on tha prize
And let them haters do dey job

This for my niggas on their grind
Out here tryna shine
Nothing else on their mind
Except get rich before they die
Whether it's rhyme or crime
Or puttin in work from nine to five
Just keep ya eyes on tha prize
And let them haters do dey job

I pledge allegiance to ambitions of my damn self
To be successful without depending on handouts
Hustler creed is by plenty means get them bands up
Flip and stash guap
Til you feel the need you should cashout
I Can't stop
The currency got my ass hooked
Money on my mind so grind to shine why they crying broke
Life's short
But when money's long
It ain't no remorse
Of riding in the Porsche wit the source
Vibing bout our rapport
I want it all
Ball til I fall in the name of lord
F*ck niggas gon quarrel as we praise the upgrade of underdogs
I love the dough
More than you know
I can't let it go
Damned if I do or I don't

This for my niggas on their grind
Out here tryna shine
Nothing else on their mind
Except get rich before they die
Whether it's rhyme or crime
Or puttin in work from nine to five
Just keep ya eyes on tha prize
And let them haters do dey job

This for my niggas on their grind
Out here tryna shine
Nothing else on their mind
Except get rich before they die
Whether it's rhyme or crime
Or puttin in work from nine to five
Just keep ya eyes on tha prize
And let them haters do dey job

Money's not everything
But damn it can make life better
With that in mind
I'mma hustle until they hire felons
I'm try'n tell you its 24/7
"Grindmode"
Can't nothing stop me
The hate motivates my power moves
For every day I awake I thank I'm allowed to
Cause dying soon might get in the way of my break to shine
True
Times due for y'man to blow cause my sound flu
And style ooh
Stacks of that green'll make those without
Blue
I ain't new to the money thing
I done ran through
Yak, goop, counterfeit loot
I done seen the trap boom
This for my nahggas wit knowledge of how the cash rules
Be a damn fool to think nine to five was a bad move
I bout that money and the power
Vow to blow haters fuse
Broke niggas playing cool
It's a ruse
Mind you
They praying you lose
I I salute every individual that's busting moves
Get it how you live
It's on you

This for my niggas on their grind
Out here tryna shine
Nothing else on their mind
Except get rich before they die
Whether it's rhyme or crime
Or puttin in work from nine to five
Just keep ya eyes on tha prize
And let them haters do dey job

This for my niggas on their grind
Out here tryna shine
Nothing else on their mind
Except get rich before they die
Whether it's rhyme or crime
Or puttin in work from nine to five
Just keep ya eyes on tha prize
And let them haters do dey job