pays off - on the grind lyrics
[intro]
good evening ladies and gentleman
we’ve just reached the sixth track, “pays off”
hard work pays off. og records
infinity a
[verse 1: infinity a]
i’d take money over fame and respect over money
that’s how i grew up and that’s how it grew on me
you never thought about my perspective
they turned around and bit me like i expected
so imma get my emotions straightened
unsatisfied, look up “combined hard work with bitter lies”
just myself and i, a lyrical mastermind
me against the time, but it but it is just better now
pushed your -sses out, i’m acing now
still stressing out, but i’m blessed in how
i’m joining these words
it’s getting worse with every verse i’m spitting
blurs in my crowded mind. since birth no fate
in this tight fine line between love and hate
see the bright light, but i got no faith
no fright to fight, i became awake
no god for me not facing me
now i’m guessing g was right when he told me:
“be careful who you talk to.”
i’ll be walking barefoot on a tight rope
slipping will make me burn to death screaming
but sh-t, looking back on it…
mad lyrics was a big loss, but the rest of them? f-ck them
hard time selling beats, but we still going platinum
maybe not soon, but “soon” is just a word
i look at the action side
and all the rapping became nothing but exercise
there were times i felt i couldn’t save myself
times when i just hated myself
but that’s what got me through
that’s what made me join og
and this sh-t would never be the same as before
we knocked on them doors
rappers are thirsty i hydrate them
and in fact, yo, where hydra at, man?!
(we knocked on them doors and we got rapp–chuckles-)
[verse 2: hydra]
rollin over milano downtown
corruption and money i’mma change hometown
toronto would fit, ayy, slow down
first of all, i must write down and fix my sound
then i can get browned, if i spit, i strike down
my rhymes deeper than a bullet wound
learning from the big homie drew
i dribble you f-ggots, isco 22
you’re saving money for a jeezy shoe
don’t tell me that it ain’t true
yeah i do it too, i’m looking for a brand new
stan smith all blue, but i got a different view
should i make a walkthrough?
got some records that you don’t even know
rhymes on the beach, beats under the snow
g paid snap show, then i write 3 songs in a row
a perfect day to blow my flow
homie you better withdraw
squash you traitor, call me chainshaw
[verse 3: g-paid]
six shots
turn upside down it’s a 50
my sh-t still alive call it biggie
k!ll another beat like i’m murdering meeky
eating different p-ssy homie no one can be me
i recommend you to stop preachin’
for these rappers on industry cuz they so sh-tty
while my flow is sick, my b-tch pretty, my e been fixed
i rip fo’ really i don’t f-ck on how you feeling
i’m like stop bullsh-tting, pop the trunk and get some b-tches
wait? get some money first and then start pimping
be sure you ain’t snitching or yuo get st-tches
my rollie the richest yuo fighting to reach us
my homie the realest yuo trying to beef us
metro is going to shoot you cuz he don’t trust
we chasing money they went bankrupt
yea, they keep hating us
getting support everyday cuz we the plug
surrounded by thugs, this alb-m about to go nuts
money is legal we don’t need drugs
still got my rollie on we keep the grind mode on
beating these rappers in a row
you ain’t smoking weed ‘cuz you already smoked
you can’t be a hustler if you never was broke
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