This is a song about "Grind yime"

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

But i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

Tryna throw me off this grind

Soldiers lost their mind

But i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Feet unda nigga, i gotta stay on my grind live is what we do, hustle and grind

She prefer the dutty wine

Gonna grind with you any time

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick