Key: G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
F#
C#
Yeah
E
G#m
Cassidy, yeah
C#
E#dim
C#
E
grind
Verse 2
grind
E
G#m
When niggaz tryna shine
E
G#m
They act a little funny and
But they need to get they money
and enjoy a little fame
E
G#m
When niggaz tryna shine
E
G#m
They act a little funny and
But they need to get they money
and enjoy a little fame
Verse 3
it's a crazy world,
F#
E
well I was born crazy too
1982, they said I was a baby who
C#
E#
E#m
E
As I grew as a man,
E
G#m
posted on the block a little
E
G#m
though my rocks was little
sellin bigger stones
Got a steady clientele that can't
G#m
F#
If I spit it, I did it,
G#m
F#
Forget it, I'm sick with it, the
You don't wanna get the chrome,
G#m
F#
But if you get called a snitch,
E
G#m
you might as well call it quit s
F#
E
And I might answer the phone
when ya call ya bitch
G#m
I push bars like rod, this shit all will flip
Verse 4
C#
E#dim
E
Man I'm out here on the grind
G#m
F#
I'm out here on the grind
G#m
C#
E
I'm out here on the grind
Verse 5
hood and
I do this for the streets
E
G#m
I do this for my peeps
E
G#m
I do this for the thugs that
I do this for my niggaz who
be bustin all the slugs
E
G#m
I do this for my niggaz in
E
G#m
F#
I do this for my niggaz on
I do this for all the hustlers
around the world
Cause I'm out here on the grind
Verse 6
the fame,
G#m
C#
Or you could get poked ouch
niggaz cook coke in ya house
G#m
F#
If I stop sellin coke, it'll drought
E
G#m
And my flow so dope,
F#
E
I got in surance on my throat and my mouth
F#
E
my name gets spoken about
I'm still ill with the smoke
F#
E
Ya sis oped, and I'ma open her blouse
G#m
F#
Stick my dick down her throat
G#m
E
F#
and start strok ing her mouth (whoa)
And then I put a condom on and start
F#
E
I blow the hydro to the scout
G#m
F#
On the post with the rock inside
G#m
F#
And most of the cash I'm brag
Copped a yacht and got a dock,
I can float to the house
F#
E
you wouldn't understand how I'm feeling man
G#m
F#
I'm chilling man,
E
G#m
all for the love of drug dealing man
F#
G#m
E
I got change I'm gon borrow
That's why I got a quarter million dollar
painting hanging on my wall
G#m
F#
So naw, I ain't pressed for paper
E
G#m
But I'm dealing weight and got real
F#
E
estate tryna stretch the paper
G#m
F#
E
It's best to invest the paper
But if you wanna battle, let's bet,
I could use the extra paper
G#m
F#
Cause i'd do whatever to eat
E
I'm from the street, if it's beef, it's whatever,
I ain't never been sweet
G#m
F#
And in a battle, I ain't never been beat
and you ain't better than Bleek
G#m
F#
E
When I speak, you can tell that I'm wise
G#m
F#
Dog, I got the best punch lines
G#m
F#
E
And this was a big L so I'm already high
If a nigga better than me,
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E
G#m
F#
Verse 7
E
[Hook 2]
E
G#m
I do this for the thugs that be
F#
E
hustling the drugs
I do this for my niggaz who be
bustin all the slugs
F#
E
but I do this to get paid
F#
E
cells and in the graves
I do this for all the hustlers
around the world
Verse 8
C#
E
grind
F#
C#
E
I'm out here on the grind
Verse 9
grind
E
G#m
They act a little funny and they
But they need to get they money
and enjoy a little fame
F#
E
to get a little name
and they talk a little strange
E
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame
Outro 1
G#m
F#
E
G#m
F#
E
G#m
E
G#m
F#
E
G#m
F#
E
E
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