(feat. Paul Wall) 



[Verse One: Paul Wall] 

I'm on the grind, trying to make paper stack up 

And if I slip and fall, then I get back up 

A two piece, any hater that wanna act up 

And if boxing don't work, a glock got my back up pimping 

Talking down, is a thing of the past 

Instead of tripping off of me, you should be getting your cash 

I got a lot of paparazzi, trying to see through my glass 

Well peep game I'm bout to teach class, listen to me 

I'm a hustler, with only one thing on my mind 

And that's getting all that's mine, while I'm in my prime 

Whether it's legal or a crime, the police still blind 

Cause I'm quiet and hush-hush, like a mime 

I'm gon shine, but not till the appropriate time 

So I nickel and dime, every lick I find 

If I fall in a bind, my inventory still fine 

I never let a slump, influence the way I grind baby 



[Hook: Paul Wall] 

All day and every night, I think about one thang 

Stacking my change, and that ain't never gon change 

I got plans for running game, until the money is drained 

Putting rocks in my ring, and ride a drop on swangs 

Steady hustling on the grind, out here doing my thang 

I'm just trying to maintain, how many licks I could stang 

But these boys who talking loud, they ain't got nothing to say 

But I ain't worried, I'm just trying to get paid 



[Verse Two: Paul Wall] 

I'm on the grind, I hustle everyday all day 

I'm trying to shine, with muscle and show off parque 

I lost time in the struggle, so I grind always 

Cause on my mind, I'm making up for lost pay 

I'm using my past for inspiration, when I was broke 

I had dreams and aspirations, influenced by hope 

I get up get out and get it, while I can cause I might get jammed 

Life don't always go, the way that you plan 

Instead of ducking the undercovers, or snoring undercovers 

I'm climbing out the underground, increasing my numbers 

24/7 I grind, ain't no time for sleep 

Cause if you snooze you lose, and if you sleep you won't eat pimping 

I go and get it, being broke I ain't with it 

A different hustle every minute, if I said it I did it 

I can't let no critic, influence my mash for paper 

I grind major I'ma shine later, holla playa 



[Hook: Paul Wall] 



[Verse Three: Paul Wall] 

I'm on the grind, I worked for everything that I got 

I go and get it while it's hot, I'm on the block nonstop 

Cause I remember, when I didn't have didly squat 

And I'm not, trying to make a U-turn from the top pimping 

It ain't no time, for relationships 

Cause 99 percent of dips, will try to take your chips 

Ain't no slipping in my pimping, or slacking on my macking 

These boys lazy Cadillac'ing, while I'm greenback stacking 

Cause, while they in they bed catching they Z's 

I'm in the streets, trying to catch me some G's 

I gotta go and get all that I'm worth, cause being broke hurt 

And I ain't got time for shooting the breeze, check me out 

I hustle like a fiend, cause I'm addicted to cash 

I can't let my window, of oppritunity pass 

It really ain't no telling, how long my money gon last 

So I mash and get it fast, first class for real 



[Hook x2]