Lyrics Grown Man Grind - K Rino

Grown Man Grind

I see you live for the money, yeah yeah yeah
Grind hard when you about that money, hard yeah oh
Tomorrow ain’t promised to ya
So you grind hard for that money, grind hard oh
Just don’t lose your soul
Don’t play with my money, don’t play with my family
Long as me and you got that same understanding, yeah yeah
Always put God first
But let me be the first to tell you prayer work better with action
I got family to feed, bills to pay
So much sh*t to do it ain’t enough time in a day
Responsibilities gon' always overrule
Priorities gon' always overrule, is you a damn fool?
I love to see these young brothers reach they full potential
Don’t just watch, people, get out here and do it with us
It’s funny when the money come, they wanna spend it wit’cha
Grinding mean hard work and nobody wanna get it wit’cha
I see you live for the money, yeah yeah yeah
Grind hard when you about that money, hard yeah oh
Tomorrow ain’t promised to ya
So you grind hard for that money, grind hard oh
Just don’t lose your soul
Check it
The key to having a successful grind
Is waking up with no alarm clock, mashing and putting in the time
Them bills be coming full blast to get me
So if I’m loaded up with work, I can’t come back until the bag is empty
You ready to get that action, ain’t ya?
But silence’ll maintain ya ‘cause real Gs will never glorify they gangsta
Your whole objective is to feed the team
We just tryna see some green even if we gettin' it by illegal means
You want the money and we pursue it as well
I chase it and run it down like a cheetah do a gazelle
But just understand your cash don’t mean a thing if you ain’t patient
Baby grind his whole crumbs, the real ones rebuilding nations
I see you live for the money, yeah yeah yeah
Grind hard when you about that money, hard yeah oh
Tomorrow ain’t promised to ya
So you grind hard for that money, grind hard oh
Just don’t lose your soul
Ok, you just a kingpin, braggin' how yo dollars grow
Shoppin' at the Galleria, kids at the dolla sto'
Cuffin' on some stripper h*e, your baby-mama in a cab
Your children on a lunch plan but you and crackin' crabs
Your son is a hoop star but you don’t make it to his games
Your daughter on the Twitter feed, #mydadislame
Coming home from work late, lying ‘bout the overtime
And then you wanna hit her when she find a G to hold it down
It’s been a change in the game plan
Yo baby-mama and yo kids done moved in with yo main man
Caught up in the trap life, tryna be like Meech and them
Don’t worried ‘bout them kids at home, your favorite rapper teachin' them
The streets done called your name out, you can’t ride through your own hood
The real you done came out, you too fly for your own good
Nobody wanna chill with you, you next in line to catch a slug
And that ain’t sh*t that grown men do, you crossed the line and messed the plug
I see you live for the money, yeah yeah yeah
Grind hard when you about that money, hard yeah oh
Tomorrow ain’t promised to ya
So you grind hard for that money, grind hard oh
Just don’t lose your soul