| I often dream of bad days
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| And different times
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| And I just don’t know a better way
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| For me to get mine, mmm
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| That’s why I got to shine
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| The game been good to me
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| Ain’t nothin' gon' stop my grind
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| So it ain’t no need to fake on me
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| Guess some folks just too far behind in they mind
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| (And it’s a crime, crime)
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| Well, Terry gon' keep on movin'
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| I see you tryna get me
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| Never gonna let them bustas get to me
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| Cuz I’ma get that, even if ya with me
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| Always keep my tired eyes open
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| Like OJ, you can’t stick me
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| I got something for the whole damn world to see
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| So I’ma give it up, best believe me
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| Ain’t gon' get me off of my grind
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| Grind, grind is exactly what it seems to be
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| For all of those times
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| You know those times, when you wish for some prosperity
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| All you could find was hate, deceit and lies
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| So you tell somebody else, to get it off your mind
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| Wanna get it off of your mind
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| Well, I start hearin' melodies
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| So I grab my pen and pad and recline on my grind
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| And that’s how Terrance keep movin'
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| We on the grind y’all
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| Cuz we some worldwide riders
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| What, we on a grind y’all, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
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| You jackin' me up, you takin' my cash
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| All my life, LBC, for my city I mash
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| All these OG’s and BG’s and wanna-bes and L-O-C's
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| The only friends I got is my 2−1-3
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| Just my dog Snoop-T-Woop and my nigga N-A-T-E
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| Can’t forget about my nigga H to the dizzy
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| Pressure and strifes, them wanna take my whites
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| But these jaw jacks and hood cracks
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| Will make you break some bizacks
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| What you thought?
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| Ya know what I’m sayin', we on the grind like that
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| Thought we was trippin'?
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| Haha, all you thought we had was jeans and t-shirts?
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| What? |
| We hustlin' cuz we want it all
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| Brand new socks and drawers, fool |