Lyrical Grind Lyrics by K-rino

Lyrical Grind

[Hook:]It's our time, to shineAnd make, a millionWe are the ones, that bump and grind all daySo, we're ghetto children[K-Rino:]I come so hard, they put a stray jacket on my tongueBust flows, with handcuffs on my lungsDidn't have a gun, but the blast still stungDidn't have a rope, but his ass still hungLiving in the ghetto, no time to smileLaws and playa haters, get placed in one pileBy the time they realized, they legs were chopped offMy foes, had already ran 21 milesWhen it's time to hit the streets, I ain't got no friendWe're all living in sin, multiplied by tenDown to spit a word, at the speed of the windAnd never be ashamed, to tell you hoes I punched inYou came to the table, ready to throw quickWanna see how aggravated, my lyrical flow getGot jacked, looking for a new target to go hit[you be rapping your ass off K], no shitI see I gotta be the one, to let the world knowJust because your words rhyme, don't mean you got flowY'all don't wanna run up, on K and Z-RoWe was writing on
your level, at the age of 4Ain't saying a damn thang, talking loudFlows weaker than water, still acting proudEvery wack ass show you throw, you got mo'Motherfuckers on stage, than it is in the crowdOn top challengers, I can face thoseThe coldest in the game, no doubt we rape flowsCan you create, tight shitWithout having to smoke some weed first, oh you can't case closedI'ma take the game, to levels you never seenTeach you bout delivering, lyrics you never meanPushing a perpendicular, paragraphs of punishmentMutilating the devil, and stinging him till you screamQuick to make a lick, then handle the endsPutting tricks to bed, when I'm rattling chinsStrangle, hitting from a psychological angleBackdo' him, till he feel like he battling twinsBeen in the game, since 1984Love the underground, fuck the radioNeed a billion dollas, 'fore I leave out the do'So devils and fake partnas, so long they gotta go[Hook][Z-Ro:]Staying on the grind, all the day longPuffing on a sack, until all the hate
goneSteady running, through my veinsI gotta go and get a pocket full of change, hustling before all the day goneI been pimping a pen but, probably fluctuation in the nationOf poverty, stricken peopleSo everybody, trying to get a piece of the pieBut the pie for white people, in the land of evilMe myself, I'm a goodfellaRaining on a hater parade, grab an umbrellaCatch you at the light, catch you at the ATM tellerYoung fella, at his last hourCaught up, in a non sugar coated showerRaw damaging, motherfuckers ain't managingTo get away, from my beamLeave a nigga not standing when, I shoot him and stab himCan't get away, from my teamAin't nothing but killers and drug dealers, and blood spillers in one spotEagle talons hollow points, and regulars in one glockTake it out, it take one cockTake over the whole city, but begin with one blockIt's a promise, of paper will put a pimp plump out a pocket sideMotherfucker I'm willing to kill, and willing to dieAny nigga willing to try, cause I don't bar
nothingLeaving son of a bitches, in stitchesFor my riches, cause I'm paid in cashRunning up on em, where the wet marijuana squareFried out, who's gonna save his assSick cause I don't like busting a men, I gotta get my grub onSo my family, can get they grub onAnd when we grubbing, it's a family affairGotta get enough grub, for everybody to grub onEveryday all day, on a mission to make that moneyGotta get that pay, K dash Rizino and Z-Riggy-Riggy RoGon get our share, and fuck ass and forWe taking it, leaving bald spots in they hairLife is hard, but it's fair[Hook][Bridge:]Penitentiary chances, takenWe're risking, our own li-i-ivesBut now, we pimp a pen all dayCollecting G's[Hook][Bridge]