This is a song about "I all i do is grind"

Baby all i do is rap

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

All i do is write when i sit in my dismay

Only when i've come this far from the grind do i find

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

But all i do is fight

And you're approaching me right

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

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

My home girl told me i got an issue

All i have to do is to ask you

All i needs my grind, a pen a page and rhymes,

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines