Another's Grind

[Hook: Oddisee]

Y'all know my steez, y'all know my style, I keep it gritty

Y'all know my means, y'all know my how, I rep my city

No time to sleep, the time is now, I get it quickly

I don't care about another man's grind, it's all about...

[Verse 1: Oddisee]

I'm a dude about his paper, always kinda been

If I was doin anything, see, I was tryna win

And if there was no competition, listen

I would make myself the opposition

Fencin with the grind within

It's just my nature, nurture is the way of haters

Learn to like me, I'm connected to the kind of men

That could make ya, break ya

Ties to the underworld, lies with a cover girl

Lies to the other girl home sending texts like, 'What time you in?'

Reply later, the studio be my groupie hoe

In her all night, tryna get my song right

Hoping that my verse was tight like my first was

First the buzz, then the drop, first the buzz, then the top

Happen any other way and you will smack the surface

Unrepared for the wayward climb

And unaware of other ways to grind, you see. it's all about mine

[Hook: Oddisee] (2x)

[Verse 2: Oddisee]

Knowing when to hold 'em, man, knowing when to fold 'em, man

Word to Kenny Rogers, nigga, you should learn to dodge a nigga

That ain't got no focus, man, that there is a hopeless man

That ain't got no rod, so niggas fishing for a problem and

That ain't my concern, took a couple times to learn

Reputation for the faking is the only thing you earn

If the promises you making y'ain't keeping, then in turn

For the effort ain't remembered but the failure will be burned

In the memory of enemies disguised as your peers

If you ever drop the ball - that disguise disappears

So I learned to minimize niggas that get inside my enterprise

I find that's the way to stay clear

Yeah, handle biz with my partners like a Beretta spray

Cause everybody fuckin' with me's in a better place

Yeah, we doin more than getting by

Fixed time to get an infinite supply

It's all about mine

[Hook: Oddisee] (2x)

[Verse 3: Tranqill]

There's two types of brothers in this world that we live in

The ones that love to hate and the ones that be getting

Stacks, cause ain't no place like business

Stay up on my grind, no waste, no pigeons

Pops taught me well, but them streets got the better

Ghetto black youth vocalize for that cheddar

Meals didn't come, so was out with the fellas

Copped a few crumbs with the fam, why you jealous?

Coming straight (?), get the finger out the nose

All I know is hard work, dedication, and yeah it shows

Never paid mind to chickens or peoples I didn't know

As long as paper's coming in, you see the smile to a glow

Hey, always treated life with a goal in mind: no recliner

Focused on my dreams, major (?)

The stakes are high, never mind, I'ma find ya

Point the finger at his lung, trust that man is minor

[Hook: Oddisee] (2x)