The Grind

[Intro: Nickelus F]

Out tryna to get this paper

[Chorus: Nickelus F]

We in hoodies and timbs

Out on the grind

Rain or shine

Nickels and dimes

I'm out tryna to get his paper

[Verse 1: Nickelus F]

I wake up, got money on mind

And I can't get off so I got to get on my grind

Got to get all my ducks in line

My bills in order crackers taking orders

For niggas in the race I got water

For niggas with hate I got llamas

Tissues for they mama

I'm flyer than Aladdin on a carpet

Saw A Whole New World when I made my profits

And my jasmine is a rapping

I do it the best, These niggas ain't smashing

Raw dog action

I impregenate the beat everytime I speak

A seed of my speech concives and MC! (Ho!)

Similar to me( yes),so we ain't' got to write just think

Keep it in the head like T

Spit listerine on the beat

Flossin' diamonds and me

Now peep the way I deliver on the beat

Is what you lack yeah that's why I'm so SWEET!

That's why yo chick want to pump me (right)

She want to be the chick from the other guy

Wanna be a lover I chuckle I laugh

As soon as you turn yo back I'm smashing

Hey I'm the other guy

Now you wanna rumble why

I mixed some limbs up make you a jambalaya

Wet you up

Roll you down the mountain and let your tumble drop

Throwback line for those who been listening (Uh!)

For all the new listeners that boy just filling

Niceklus is gifted nickename his Christmas

Make up a wishlish

Cop yall CD at this point I bet yall get it

At this point forget it..

I'm like a preganat woman I deliver

Now pop it push it!

[Chorus: Nickelus F]

We in hoodies and timbs

Out on the grind

Rain or shine

Nickels and dimes

I'm out tryna to get his paper

[Verse 2: Drake]

(I gotta spill on this)

That's why I roll up and tend to get high

Cause my arms won't extend to the sky

Peer pressure always make me feel lesser than a 10 in they eyes

So I can only grab my pen and advise

Street legends and chicks seem to wonder

Exactly who I am

You know me if you had a job at 16 and under yup

It's Drake and Saint Nick

Take a whiff of this and faint quick

Off a sample of the flow patient

But I don't lie to rhymers

I strip walls and apply the primer

If there's a wall I'm gon' try to climb-aaa

Without a graded rope

Our navy seal Buddies yelling slurs at me

I'm always gon find another way to go

I'm minty fresh with the Green like I'm made a bathing scope

No bathing ape but I'm clean Like I'm made of soap

Begging for the fire

Buglars in hear we

We all good in the fam we like Meagan and limiya

I dress like Lou, I sell verses to label

And they give me the next joint

To sound less like you

That's something I had to say before

I'm real picky with real with lyrics

So don't use joints you probably would pay me for

I ain't' a heat busser

What up to Denik Rusha and Bei Major, Trey Songz, the street's Usher

Leak tracks and heat wax and he bust ya

And then sign ya

This is a reminder

This along the lines of Thrill is Gone still the song

I'mma mention Jay even though I feel it's wrong

We gave good ambition homegirl couldn't listen

Now she want the Snackpack back and her pudding's missin'

Bring the topic back

Please don't stop the track

Tropicana never got the hammer by my jock in-fact, I keep my money there

Mixtapes where I top em at

DJ Smallz.com you can shop at that

Speak of shopping I'm tryna get a label deal

Tryna live my dreams while awake, tryna make the fables real

No stealing cable trying to have my cable still

Better yet stolen, my grammar is golden

My grammer go harder than most rappers

There's a certain female rapper I will expose and

For once I think you should tell yo mouth to get to closing

No I didn't pen that Freestyle shit

I got a session with Digs so the beef I'm gone end that

Anybody else get the piece that I bend back

Let it marinate if you niggas dare to hate