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Jarrod Jones
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Demaine Barnett
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
My mind be sticking on money
Gotta have them stacks (Gotta have them stacks)
My rhymes be thinking they sick
Hypochondriac (Ill)
My ill flow will go
Deep into topics
Grind and hustle bro
You can't keep on trying to stop it (Nope)
I'm so St. Louis so U. City
My soul is gritty dirty (Dirty)
I'm ready do this
Tell the dollar come and get me dirty (Dirty)
2 Degrees making cash
I'm a business man (Yep)
Baking bread taking that stash
Y'all my witness fam (Woo)
Gotta whole plan
Stressing just can't stop my hustle (No way)
Can't no man block this blessing
So get out my bubble (Get out)
Give me six feet
Miss me with that fake struggle
This real life (Yeah, yeah)
Pounding concrete scraping knuckles (Yeah, yeah)
Iron sharpens iron
Metal sharpens steel (Steel)
Sparks be flying when I be rhyming
Cause this grind is real (Real)
Money bag just a grab
If you full of sadness
Profit don't mean nothing
If you lose your soul you lose your status
I Grind, I Hustle
I put in that muscle
I put that work in
But it ain't workin
Still be searching
Still be thirstin
Still be hurtin
What should I do (I don't know)
Ain't got a clue
Money can't buy me no happiness
Them facts
No cap
You know that's true
Can't wear your gold necklace
If you headless
And you neck-less (Neck-less)
Run around like a chicken
With your head cut off
You know you reckless (Reckless)
A fast life equals
A quick and fast death
Die young, pretty corpse
You just took your last breath
It's clear to see you
When you lying in that glass casket
Hole in your head
No mo bread
When them dudes took aim and started blastin' (Whoo)
Hope my written bars
Keep you from them prison bars (Oh yeah)
Dope and guns for them funds
Just won't get you far (Oh no)
You ain't listening
So what do I be spitting for
It be hitting different
When they kick in your door
Body sore
Looking for more medication
To ease that pain in your brain
With no hesitation
But them meds can't heal the hole
In your soul
Heart be hurtin
Flesh be flirtin
Soul be thirstin
Devil be lurkin
Don't want that smoke (Nah)
Wake up stay woke (Stay woke)
More dope than jobs in the hood (Uh huh)
Cats up to no good
Cause they stay broke (Yeah)
I Grind, I Hustle
I put in that muscle
I put that work in
But it ain't workin
Still be searching
Still be thirstin
Still be hurtin
What should I do (I don't know)
Ain't got a clue
Money can't buy me no happiness
Them facts
No cap
You know that's true
I Grind (I grind)
I Hustle hustle (I hustle hustle)
I Grind (I grind)
I Hustle hustle (I hustle hustle)
I Grind (I grind)
I Hustle hustle (I hustle hustle)
I Grind (I grind)
I Hustle hustle (I hustle)
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Written by: Demaine Barnett, Jarrod Jones