Lyrics Grind - Wrecc-A-Nize , Sambow

We playing with digits
You know we with it
You still living in yesterday's
Im thinking past my existence so
I got to grind grind

It's the root of all evil
But that money keeps me blessed
Cuz I'm out here grinding
I'm too busy to be stressed
Had to tell my bitch to stop calling
Let me get this check
Ain't no way I'm going broke
Everyday I gotta flex

This is my time dollar signs
All in my mind I got to get it
Send a prayer to the sky
Ima take it pass the limit
Yeah my ride will make you squint your Eyes, shit is too acidic
If you trying to come at me
Well you better come with it

My style is too expensive
Can't afford to take a loss
They tried to make me work
But I was born to be a boss
Foolish ass niggas, oh Judas ass niggas
Look up to me like Jesus
Im the one they trying to cross

I got to hustle to get it
We playing with digits
We tipping the scale
You know we with it
We on a mission
My style too expensive
You still living in yesterday's
I'm thinking past my existence so
I got to grind grind

I got a master plan making these moves
Stacking these bands clocking these grands
Rocking the stage feel the rage
Burning holes through your speakers hey!
Rhymes hot like fire in the depths of hell
I'm running through my city streets Showing these youngsters how to get it

We tip the scale and break the mold
I'm back on game watch it unfold
Before your eyes don't look surprised
I'm on the rise take no loss
Coming down I break them off
Stand firm in the game
Ain't no weak links in my chain
I adapt to the wave

Then I crash like tsunami
Killing the beat the rhyme I freak
Take a drop then I tweak as I count my green
You living in yesterday's I'm grinding for my children's children
You invested in chains, new Jays, do yo thang

Got to give it all I got
Ima win and take the shot
All the beef we got to chop
I am grinding never stop
Deciding my plots
Y'all wondering when Ima drop
You live in the past
A picture without the flash
I'm thinking beyond
If I see a chance Ima grab
Coming in strong
Critics can laugh and get smacked

What you know about the work
The gallon sweat up on the shirt
The weight of all the dirt
Trying to live with a curse of an artist
The devil is always at lurk
If money's the motive
You're not really focused on hoes
Notice they come and they go
You won't really spend it on clothes
Platinum or gold
You flip it and stack it some more

I don't need distractions
I got to grind and break all the habits
I'm taking the action
Determined to get it creation a passion
Got to keep pushing influence the listeners
Walk through the ruins and guide all the visitors
So much to prove see who is with us
And who see who's against
Look at them see how the look at us

I got to hustle to get it
We playing with digits
We tipping the scale
You know we with it
We on a mission
My style too expensive
You still living in yesterday's
I'm thinking past my existence so
I got to grind grind