Drake — 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