Till I Die

[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