[Hook: J-Son]
Been through it all, that's why I grind hard
Me against the world, back up against the wall
Even through the rain, Imma still stand tall
Imma get my figures, better get yours
This is my story, this is my hustle
This is my grind, this is my struggle
I see paper in my eyes
That's why I'm grinding till i die
[Verse 1: Pitbull]
A superstar I am, I haven't dropped the classic
No illmatic, it was written, or I am
Honest to the public, that I am
Mr. 305, that I am
A rapper I'm not, perhaps that's you
A hater I'm not, perhaps that's you
Signed a fucked up deal, perhaps that's true
But I owe my publishing, unlike you
If you would look past, all my hits
Notice when I say, all my hits
Pits got a track record unlike them
Money made me see my enemies
Were really just my friends
They ride in the beginning, but not to the end
Money's what you got, not what you spend
Listen to this verse here closely
These boys off like butter
But they still wanna toast me
Put your hands up nice and slowly
This's a stick up, now give me what you owe me
TVT, now you know what it is
Imma make your name worldwide
For not paying us... shit!
[Hook: J-Son]
Been through it all, that's why I grind hard
Me against the world, back up against the wall
Even through the rain, Imma still stand tall
Imma get my figures, better get yours
This is my story, this is my hustle
This is my grind, this is my struggle
I see paper in my eyes
That's why I'm grinding till i die
[Verse 2: Pitbull]
My homeboys made house calls, kick in the doors
Get you three strikes that's right, then they out yo
I hear you take keys, but I doubt y'all
They talk weight when it's really like 8- balls
Just like powder, uh, yeah they soft
Off the coke like ross, then that's how they cake y'all
Treat you like a git, make you take your J's off
Hit you all night and make you take all your days off
Everyday a different day in every state
Different city, till you're caged in, never late
A life of a hustler, a real street boy
With a chopper, I'm street sweet boys
It happens too often down in, Dade county
Story of my life, but I stay grounded
These fuckboys wanna play, but they stay grounded
Allergic to paper, that's why they, not around me
[Hook: J-Son, Trazz]
Been through it all, that's why I grind hard
Me against the world, back up against the wall
Even through the rain, Imma still stand tall
Imma get my figures, better get yours
This is my story, this is my hustle
This is my grind, this is my struggle
I see paper in my eyes (Trazz!)
That's why I'm grinding till i die
[Verse 3: Trazz]
I love the paper, damn I'm such an addict
I'm might have stumbled, but still kept my balance
With such a fame got me going harder than Cialis
Its difficult for y'all, but to me, it ain't a challenge
The saying that they like me, that's so unlikely
Hustle all day, Trazz grind til they invite me
Try to pull back, but the game still excite me
I'm rolling like Gucci, so yeah bitch I might be
See I'm a president, I think it's evident
You only here overnight, I'm a resident
I'm blessed with it, niggas say the flow heaven sent
So fuck the fame, I can let the paper represent
I'm on my grind, but it's far from the greed
Money in my blood, so it's worth it when I bleed
These rappers all frail, they crumble like blue cheese
So believe me, it's all motivation like Jeezy
[Hook: J-Son, Pitbull]
Been through it all, that's why I grind hard
Me against the world, back up against the wall
Even through the rain, Imma still stand tall
Imma get my figures, better get yours
This is my story, this is my hustle
This is my grind, this is my struggle
I see paper in my eyes
That's why I'm grinding till i die
Woooooo!
Been through it all, that's why I grind hard
Me against the world, back up against the wall
Even through the rain, Imma still stand tall
Imma get my figures, better get yours
This is my story, this is my hustle
This is my grind, this is my struggle
I see paper in my eyes
That's why I'm grinding till i die
