Solomon Musiq - Grind Till I Die

A Cali motha fckn till the end
Rollin round drop top cocked in a Benz
Here we go again
Had to get it in
Jealousy it went
So there's more friends
Double what I spent
On this music shit
Let her get a glimpse
On a solo tip
Yea I layed that kick
And I made that lit
Patience kid imma cop that whip
Imma cop that whip

Let me get in my zone
Yea I'm feeling myself
Let it be known, know what I'm bout
Holding my own ain't no more doubt
Let it be known

Grab the fckn paper and the pen I write
Jottin every line every i rhyme my mind
Will find in my life do it right one time
Comin from the big bad dope west side

West coast shit
Life is a bitch
But we Cope with the shit
Started from ground
N i hoped that I get
Another way out
So I built my shit
Yea I built my shit

I aint slangin no grams
Slingin that ink
Grindin makin money while u suckaz asleep
Complainin u don't got it well then get on ur feet
Life is only one way get what chu seek
Everyday
Livin a life
Nothin on the mind
But the hustle and grind
You live a fairy tale lie
While I live the real life
Keep my schedule real tight
Grind till I get mine

Imma grind till I die
Grind till I get mine

Let it clap back
While I rap and attack back
Saving ever rack that I cash and I stash that
Here to prove a point that my Mac is immaculate
Cleaner than the motha fckn chrome on a Cadillac

Comin from a land that was heartless
So the Color of my skin was a target
Anger that I learned how to harness
And I paint it on the mic in Scarlett (red)
Im an artist

Hear it in my rhymes
See it in my eyes
And I live it in my life
Never in a lifetime
Did It ever come across I was rap type

How I grew up that was a halftime
Dear god that was landslide
So I gotta give up for the west side
One time
For the best side (echo)

A thorough bred
Ain't got enough drugs for my head
I lay on a couch I don't own a bed
Got no time to sleep I need that bread
I need that bread

Time isn't waiting there for no man
Are u staying or u down? Are u rollin?
Balls in my court, god is coachin
Gonna make it to the top, yea we show is

Vocals every night, get me in my zone
Lost on the chords so I grab my Bigelow
Gotta bigger vision, that's livin on the road
Perform at every city that's a bigger goal

Ready for the countdown
Shit
Do it all by myself, I'm lit shit

I made that beat
I wrote that line
I built that site
And I did that time

Never from the side line
Frontline on the grind
When I press mine

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