This is a song about "The grind"

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

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

I'mma stay on the grind get mine like a real nigga should (you better believe it)

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Grind all day til the family okay

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

Depending on the grind is the only way to shine

Assumed stories of his suburbia life, when in fact the boy stayed on his grind

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

Chasing money in the city of crime

Been on my grind since the beginnin of time

Was king of the underground, 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

Thats how i was designed, assinged to the grind

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind