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og cuicide - on my grind lyrics

[intro: indee b]
g-r-i-n-d or die
ooh, whoa

[verse 1: og cuicide]
started way back in the ghetto streets
just a li’l homie that was packin’ heat
had no job, but he had to eat
took from the rich and he fed his peeps
one false move, he’ll leave you sleep
tried to grab for him now you’re off your feet
heart stopped beatin’ then you meet the reap’
you know the next thing ‘fore you under sheets
i tell it how it is every time i speak
like a door with a hole, you can take a peek
i’m the number one that you tryin’ to be
the only cuicide homie from the cpt
from the west to j-pan, they know the name
c.g. in the air, for the ‘cidal gang
anybody bring the noise, bet i bring the pain
through the umbrella, yea, you can feel the rain
been in the game for a long d-mn time
people think i fell off lost they mind
every day you know you see me on the grind
the owner of the team, it’s godd-mn time
for the dumb ones, now i’m in the driver seat
mr. mental case, homie, run the streets
infrared beam when i point the heat
pedal to the medal when i mash the beat

[chorus: indee b]
i do it ’cause i need to
my time equals dollar signs
i got money on my mind
and if you ever need proof
you ‘gon hear me ‘fore you see me
it ain’t easy, so i must be on my grind
watchin’ out for evil, haters can be lethal
if you never see ’em comin’ from behind
i do it ’cause i need to
i got money on my mind
so i must stay on my grind

[verse 2: og cuicide]
days go by but they all the same
lookin’ for a way you can flush the game
og started it, who’s to blame
for what’s goin’ on, it’s a cryin’ shame
why come people downgrade when you’re havin’ things?
like a hot, sunny day, but they hope it rain
what’s the matter with ’em, ’cause it’s open gang
we’ve been doin’ it for years, you could do the same
all it take is muscle and a bit of brain
not be a square like a picture frame
topic of the day is to do ya thang
try to deal with it and don’t complain
too much stress, it’ll turn you gray
eat you up slow, like tooth decay
mad at the world with nothin’ to say
aggravate you so much, it’ll ruin your day
i was taught want to learn, better keep your mouth shut
don’t be in the open, waitin’, sittin’ like a duck
that’s the way a lotta people, homie, got stuck
telephone rung and they house got shuck
if you’ve been thru a lot then you know what’s up
ready for whatever when you come up in the cut
anything run up in you’re way, homie get stuck
that’s how it is when you don’t give a—

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