E.S.G. - Keep on Grindin' lyrics

(feat. Ronnie Spencer)

[talking]

Man huh, you gotta get up on your feet

That means ha-ha, you got's to bring it (shine on)

Cause there's no hand outs and ain't a damn thang free

And if you don't know that by now, you will never know

You know what I'm saying, you wanna shine you get your grind on

[Hook: Ronnie Spencer]

If you wanna shiiiiiii-iiiii-iiiine

(you wanna shine nigga, you gotta grind nigga

Because the only thing you wasting is your time nigga)

You wanna shine, you gotta grind

Cause the only thing you wasting is your time

One day you here and then you gone (so get your grind on)

[E.S.G.]

I seen a whole lot of niggaz, that I knew in the past

Use to be up on they feet, now they flat on they ass

I knew some athletes who thought, they game was the shit

But when draft day came, my niggaz didn't get picked

Now they ain't doing shit, but sitting around getting high

Niggaz thinking a million dollas, just gon fall out the sky

That's why I mash niggaz, and I stay thoed

24/7, hustling in the studio

Money comes money go, so I must invest

My dues more boys like D-O-C, and have a god damn wreck

I know some niggaz who'd rather, sit around on they porch and smoke

Instead of taking they ass to work, they get paid in truck note

Now depending on mama, ain't gon last forever

See I fell off before, but I got my act together

I know some niggaz got rap, contracts for mills

Didn't grind in the studio, and they lost they motherfucking deals

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]

Now this ain't all about niggaz, I know some trifling hoes

Rather get they hair fixed, than by they kids some clothes

These hoes rather go, to the club every night

Until she came home, and wasn't no gas and lights

Now when shit don't go right, people love to blame another

When a buster get caught, he run and tell them undercovers

Y'all sorry motherfuckers, I ain't gon say it no mo'

And broke niggaz get jealous, when a playa got do'

But if you know like I know, they say it's hell for a hustler

In this white man's world, see everybody's trying to fuck ya

Kin folks be the worst, they'll fuck a nigga first

Like them dopefiend uncles, stealing your grandma purse

Gotta peep my verse, it's all fact not fiction

We all started in the ghetto, from the same position

Don't get mad you ain't listen, you chose to skip class

Should of made you some cash, with your unemploy'd ass

[Hook]

[E.S.G.]

Tick-tock, Cardier watch still ticking

Your partnas getting the head, you in the bed bullshitting

Now everybody trying to claim, you owe 'em some'ing

Because we all started out, on the same block pumping

I'm trying to have 'em jumping, to the message I'm sending

Got bills to pay, ain't no time to leaning

If you ever been broke, I know you boys know the feeling

Now what would you do, you had your hands on a million

It prolly wouldn't last, brand new S-Class

By the time you bought a house, you back on your ass

I'm on some Bill Gates shit, some Microsoft shit

Create a new computer chip, and build my own cruise shit

Get down with your keep, promote some fights and shit

Call Quentin Tarantino, go half on a flick

Prolly invest in some melons, so when my folks get sick

If we'd get off our ass, we'd have all kinds of shit

[Hook]

[Ronnie Spencer]

Ain't you tired, of sitting down

Waiting for the first, to roll around

Bill ain't paid, rent is due

Stand up and be a man, it's all on you

You wanna shiiiiiii-iiiii-iiiine

You wanna shine, you gotta grind

Cause the only thing you wasting, is your time

(so get your grind on)

You wanna shine, you gotta grind

Cause the only thing you wasting, is your time

You wanna shine, you gotta grind

Cause the only thing you wasting, is your time

(so get your grind on)

One day you here, and then you gone