Lyrics to Still Grind'n
Aye
I bounce back then I put in work
I do it for the real all over the Earth
I go from sound check to designing shirts
Your opinion doesn't count, you ain't from the turf
It's a nigga wit' a attitude down the hall
Smoking weed, playing rap, writing on the wall
I invented rap and roll by myself
My shades on, I don't see nobody else
With Chauncey on the beat I can't miss
Lucky me I got to see 36
Ask for Frank White Jr., I'm at the Ritz
Ordering tiramisu, don't you forget
I'm the one that got you lil' niggas showing off
I had a bitch at Henry [Clay?] when you was this tall
Still grinding every day, don't need no applause
Give me more square feet, give me more cars
Give me two water slides and a dog kennel
AK-47 and a turbo engine
A couple gold links and a AP
Skeleton face flooded, texting on the beach
If we get engaged, she get a Lambo
Italian dinners in the evening, that's mando
Rum cake for dessert and my charm froze
Westside OPM 'til my eyes close
I bounce back then I put in work
I do it for the real all over the Earth
Yea
(Still grind'n)
I bounce back then I put in work
Still do it for the real all over the Earth
Yea, uh
(Uh, still grind'n)
We left Boa in luxury rides, three in a line
The moon look crazy, come see me sometimes
When I'm on Sunset, I gotta eurostep
With the suicide doors, I'm taking all bets
That I can roll a six then another six
Know who you fucking with, plus who I'm running with
If I'm not the realest then I came close
Never switch sides, you know how it go
Stussy trenchcoat when it get cold
My money never fold, I'm finna unload
Throw some ones on a stripper, bought a condo
I smoke and ride through LA like Alonzo
I bounce back then I put in work
I do it for the real all over the Earth
Yea
(Still grind'n)
I bounce back then I put in work
Still do it for the real all over the Earth
Yea, uh
(Uh, still grind'n)
Rodeo Road
Leimert Boulevard
(Uh, still grind'n)
Yea, no doubt
(Still grind'n)
(Uh, still grind'n)
I bounce back then I put in work
I do it for the real all over the Earth
I go from sound check to designing shirts
Your opinion doesn't count, you ain't from the turf
It's a nigga wit' a attitude down the hall
Smoking weed, playing rap, writing on the wall
I invented rap and roll by myself
My shades on, I don't see nobody else
With Chauncey on the beat I can't miss
Lucky me I got to see 36
Ask for Frank White Jr., I'm at the Ritz
Ordering tiramisu, don't you forget
I'm the one that got you lil' niggas showing off
I had a bitch at Henry [Clay?] when you was this tall
Still grinding every day, don't need no applause
Give me more square feet, give me more cars
Give me two water slides and a dog kennel
AK-47 and a turbo engine
A couple gold links and a AP
Skeleton face flooded, texting on the beach
If we get engaged, she get a Lambo
Italian dinners in the evening, that's mando
Rum cake for dessert and my charm froze
Westside OPM 'til my eyes close
I bounce back then I put in work
I do it for the real all over the Earth
Yea
(Still grind'n)
I bounce back then I put in work
Still do it for the real all over the Earth
Yea, uh
(Uh, still grind'n)
We left Boa in luxury rides, three in a line
The moon look crazy, come see me sometimes
When I'm on Sunset, I gotta eurostep
With the suicide doors, I'm taking all bets
That I can roll a six then another six
Know who you fucking with, plus who I'm running with
If I'm not the realest then I came close
Never switch sides, you know how it go
Stussy trenchcoat when it get cold
My money never fold, I'm finna unload
Throw some ones on a stripper, bought a condo
I smoke and ride through LA like Alonzo
I bounce back then I put in work
I do it for the real all over the Earth
Yea
(Still grind'n)
I bounce back then I put in work
Still do it for the real all over the Earth
Yea, uh
(Uh, still grind'n)
Rodeo Road
Leimert Boulevard
(Uh, still grind'n)
Yea, no doubt
(Still grind'n)
(Uh, still grind'n)
