Lyrics Mind State - J Stone feat. G.I. Joe OMG

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Gold Cuban links, chome spokes on the Regal
Black chick from the 'Wood but she know this South Central
Blue face hundreds, new face hundreds
All Money In, that's the crew that straight run the shit
When you think of me just think of loyalty
I was just a seed from the soil, now I'm king, this is royalty
First came the pain, then came the pressure
Then came the paper, sayin' "Hi" to my haters
Battle my creator, prayers rise to my maker
Satan, you a lie, bye to my haters
I got some money, bought some cars and got a place
A lot of space, took some money, bought a strap and got a safe
Daughter situated, savings for her education
'Cause I hit the pen instead of graduatin', I ain't never waitin'
Grind early in the mornin' and I grind late

Grind early in the mornin' and I grind late

Shoot first, ask questions later, never bust after
Backwood roller, fuck a Dutch Master
Free my niggas slavin' in the pen for the pennies
Bought a Bimmer, now a nigga need a Benz or a Bentley
Don't tempt me, I'm close to the edge but I won't jump
I'm too fly for that, I spread wings, I am no chump
All Money In, that's the motto
Upgraded my watch, pearl-face, that's Movado
Rolando, bought a Rollie 'cause I'm on a different time zone
In my zone, you don't understand this grind I'm on
I'm stoned, lyrically inclined, I ain't lyin'
What you sellin' I ain't buyin', I'm the neighborhood supplier
Used to watch The Wire but I never wore a wire
I'm a live wire, all this pressure I'm applyin'
Grind early in the mornin' and I grind late

Uh, my presence is a present, that's what God told me
First came the handcuffs, then came the Rollie
First he was my roll dog, now he ain't my homie
Never knew these niggas, now they swearin' that they know me
Nann nigga knockin' my grind, true connection
Independent out of the trunk, they respected
I heard God talk in my ears, "You selected"
On west side RSC, that's my section
Grind a million grams, now I'm juggin' up this Marathon
Crenshaw crew necks, OMG beanies on
Yeah, I'm shinin' in the Bimmer with the fog lights
Heavy on the gas in the ghetto with the chrome pipes
In and out of lanes, cuttin' traffic, runnin' red lights
Pay me what you owe me, I'm just tryna get my bread right
Grind early mornings, lil' nigga, and I grind late, uh

Grind early in the mornin' and I grind late
Grind early mornings, lil' nigga, and I grind late