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(Yeah) This your world God (Haha) And everything in it (I see you homie) I guess they think because (Ay boss) We serve You right (You told me they need to hear it like this man) We supposed to slack up (Ay juice) Now that I know what I'm fighting for (Let's get it) Man we go harder (We on our grind) Now, ain't going to waste your time I sure ain't about to let you sit and waste mine I'm sick of seeing young boys out there dying You go on and handle yours and I'm going to handle mine (I'm on my grind) Ha, ha, ha, I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind cousin I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind cousin I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind cousin I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind Songtexte Granny told your boy that she was proud of me That I was off the streets, and her boy was through thugging I know that granny baby, don't you worry bout nothing If it ain't bout the Lord then your boy ain't budging (We ain't moving) Yeah I never did think myself The word of God would make your boy wanna two step But granny told the Lord would meet me, two step He still working on me granny, through care I told a homie, we going to take it to the block And post up in the hood like we still selling rocks The only difference is, we ain't worried about the cops Pull on my own, we ain't worried about the shots Flame told me, go on take it to the streets There's dudes in the hood that the Lord going to reach If it means me dying, Lord still send me We bout to get it in, if it mean no sleep I'm on my grind Now, ain't going to waste your time I sure ain't about to let you sit and waste mine I'm sick of seeing young boys out there dying You go on and handle yours and I'm going to handle mine (I'm on my grind) Ha, ha, ha, I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind cousin I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind cousin I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind cousin I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind (Let's get it) I'm on the road headed to another show I asked the Lord if He send me I'll go (Send me) Momma have you seen, gotta worry no more But the law pulled me over like I'm still selling dough I told I ain't trying go flip a pound I'm trying to show them Christ before they put them in the ground Before the boys catch them, hit them with another round Since I met the Lord, this the way it's going down If I'm in your city, take me to the block Cause Jesus real homie, I'll tell it to the cops Without a bull horn I'll yell it on the block I wasn't ashamed when I was out there trying selling rocks Json told me, go on and take it to the streets There's dudes in the hood that the lord going to reach We bout to go hard if it mean no sleep And we can get it in no rhymes, no beats I'm on my grind Now, ain't going to waste your time I sure ain't about to let you sit and waste mine I'm sick of seeing young boys out there dying You go on and handle yours and I'm going to handle mine (I'm on my grind) Ha, ha, ha, I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind cousin I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind cousin I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind cousin I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind (Yeah, I'm on my grind man, feel this, get it) Told me I need to leave the hood alone man, go on let them roll by But I'm tired of seeing guys die from the 4-5 No lie, I'm praying they get to know God Saw them on the grind, with the mind of the post-high I'm in the hood trying to show love to a bunch of cats (What) Who be all up in the club blowing buns guns and sex Screaming life is more than blood runs and money stacks (Preaching Christ) Telling bout His blood, and He's coming back They by the street right, holding on their heat tight Said tripping, down them, lose their life in a street fight But knowing they should seek Christ (Why) Cause by far, that them jail bars is all you going to get out a street life Go on take it to them thugs, GD, Group cliques, and them westside bloods Even hard head g's, need to see God's love Cause when the choppers go back, after that, it's the judge I'm on my grind Now, ain't going to waste your time I sure ain't about to let you sit and waste mine I'm sick of seeing young boys out there dying You go on and handle yours and I'm going to handle mine (I'm on my grind) Ha, ha, ha, I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind cousin I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind cousin I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind cousin I'm on my, I'm on my, I'm on my grind Aus Songtexte Mania