Wiz Khalifa ft. Joe Young, Massaka & Al Pac – Get on my Grind

Dame Grease on this motherf*cker

[Chorus]
I gotta go, gotta get on my grind
I got change to make (Ah, ah, ah)
I’m with my dawgs, they with me all the time
We gon’ stay the same (Ah, ah, ah)
And we all go
When we got something to prove
We stuntin’ everywhere we go (Oh)
I gotta go, gotta get on my grind (Y’all already know who it is, man)
I got change to make (Ah, ah, ah)(Taylor Gang green, let’s go, ah, ah, ah)

I forgot me back on my grind, makin’ major moves
Is it real? So you niggas so you know I ride with you
Money, we just have to stunt so I’m goin’ hard
NBG, know I gotta do it for the squad
Y’all ‘ready know that it’s free Max B
I live what I spend, homie, check the rap sheet (Check my sheet)
I had to make a change just to make a lil’ change (Aha)
It’s in my bloodline, I’m addicted to the game
Focused on the music, no more goin’ to the pen’
Taylor waves stunt hard, b*tch, tell a friend
I’m with my same niggas, keep my circle nice and small
I won’t stop until I’m worldwide with my dawgs
Take my momma out the hood, I make her smile now
I’m doin’ right, there’s no longer livin’ foul now
Hit the road, run it, homie, there is no lookin’ back
Y’all playin’ games, I’ll be chasin’ bigger stacks

[Chorus]

Nights like this
I just roll one and twist
All the hate don’t exist
I bet my name is on the list
You can have anything when you’re rich
Pulled up high to the event
Made it out of the abyss
Now I’m all the way content
You can always repent
It’s all about your intent
If you want it, just come in
Plus you gotta represent
Don’t be thinkin’ past tense
Stay focused like a lens
Get money with your friends
And do it all again

[Chorus]

The all-white mink represents the grind (Woo)
[?] in the kitchen resembles my mind (Yes)
At it all night with no hesitation (No)
The sh*t behind the pain got a combination
The million dollars fly in the stage box (Yeah)
Never gon’ broke, that’s why we stash rocks (Yeah)
You always doubted me, now we made it
You’re fake right in front of you, you just gotta take it (Okay)
All my life I thought I’m blessed with a curse (Ah)
But you just gotta stay humble
Take a step back and vision the growth
‘Cause it’s nice tossin’ and turnin’ in my sleep (For real)
Searchin’ for the meaning, but never too deep (Uh-uh)
I get a blank sheet, tryna scribble down my feelings (Yeah)
I let go and let God, that’s a perfect healing (Yeah)
If you could read my mind and the stress I’ve been dealin’
You would appreciate the grind
And the way is appealin’, get up and get out and go for it
The ball in your corner, don’t drop it, just score it
The lost blessin’ on your side
Don’t you ever ignore it
Gotta get on my grind and search for it

[Chorus]

Yaş on dört, tam boksör, yıpranmadı boynuzlar
Gece yok, uyku yok, arka arkaya soygunlar
Yaş ilerledikçe sırf, pislik işte doyumlar
Artık gerek kalmadı, dünya çaplı oyunlar
Dolu kar olsa bile, yoldaşlar hep yanımda
Ghettodan selamlar, kırmızı-beyaz kanım var
Yıka çıkmaz lekeler geçse seneler, bize geceler
Dipten gelen şimdi tepede
Çeteler sardı her yeri, bi’ nefes al keder
Son nefes al yeter hep musallattı şer, kan kusana bi’ sel
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