This is a song about "On the grind"

Its makin me go blind, but im still on my grind

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Their sayin on my mind

But imma stay on my grind

Grind all day til the family okay

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Depending on the grind is the only way to shine

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Fucker, call it noun, trap for the town, grind with both feet on the ground,

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

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

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