Da Grind (Featuring Apocalypse)

Send this one out to everybody
 Trying to make ends meet
 I'm on the grind
 Still got my money on my mind
 And I feel like I'm walking on the line
 When it seems like I'm running out of time
 That's when I'm going on the grind
 I'm trying to make my dollars double
 I done found a place to fit in
 For niggas trying to get into this power struggle
 I work hard on the job like immigrants
 And always try to get my first half in advance
 It sounds strange but the rap game is not a game
 You could make a lot of money gain a lot of fame
 But don't get it twisted
 You can get addicted
 Buy a mansion in the Hamptons, and get evicted
 Now if you call me and I'm not around
 I'm probably putting my grind down
 Doing shows out of town
 I be the manager, road manager, and call handler
 Booking agent, choreographer and tour planner
 I be the V.P. of marketing and promotions
 Producer and arranger, with a range of emotions
 And after it all, I still gotta perform
 At three o'clock in the morn'
 When half the fans are gone
 But it's fine
 Been on the grind since like '88 or '89
 The game is foul like a plate of swine
 Now is there anybody kind like me?
 Is anybody out there on the grind like me?
 For everybody working nine to five
 For everybody trying to rise with they eyes on the prize
 I'm with 'cha, we all going through it
 But yo, deep down inside I know we still gon' do it
 I'm on the grind
 Still got my money on my mind
 And I feel like I'm walking on the line
 When it seems like I'm running out of time
 That's when I'm going on the grind
 I'm on the grind
 Still got my money on my mind
 And I feel like I'm walking on the line
 When it seems like I'm running out of time
 That's when I'm going on the grind
 I really feel I'm blessed cause I was born with a talent to rhyme
 But the stress got me this close to quitting sometimes
 On the crowded A train every morning
 I can't wait for the day
 My hustle game don't got to start this way
 Niggas think it's all good when they see me and hear my CD
 And think I'm jumping in the 745 with TVs
 They don't know I miss tours and shows
 To go to work and pay bills and keep dough on my clothes
 In the shadow of a legend so
 They expect me to spit and sound like him
 But y'all need to let it go
 Everyday I face the crossroad of rap or drugs
 Album cuts and singles and crack heads and clappin' thugs
 When I'm broke my moms won't even give me a hug
 But on payday I'm her baby then she call it love
 I keep making my moves cause one day I'm a prove
 I got what it take and I will not lose, yeah
 I'm on the grind
 Still got my money on my mind
 And I feel like I'm walking on the line
 And it seems like I'm running out of time
 That's when I'm going on the grind
 I'm on the grind
 Still got my money on my mind
 And I feel like I'm walking on the line
 When it seems like I'm running out of time
 That's when I'm going on the grind
 I had to hustle hard, never give up
 I had to hustle hard, never give up
 I had to hustle hard, never give up
 I had to hustle hard, never give up