(feat. Apocalypse)



Yeah

Send this one out to everybody, trying to make end ends meet

Yeah



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



[Masta Ace]

Ay yo, I'm trying to make my dollars double

I done found a place to fit in

For niggaz 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 could 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 arraigner, 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 con 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

Oh



[Chorus]

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 why I'm always on the grind



Yeah, 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



[Apocalypse]

Yeah

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

Niggaz 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



[Chorus]



("I had to hustle hard, never give up" scratched to end)