Grind Baby Grind Lyrics

[Verse 1: David Stones]

I paint pictures with my lines
Write scriptures in my rhymes
I shine-baby-shine this young nigga in his prime
It was written that I'm ahead of my time
But it was also written I would never be signed
Niggas always got a opinion with no facts
So judgmental, cut a nigga no slack
But oh-snap now a nigga on wax
Worldwide I tell all them haters hold that
I grind-baby-grind to get my name on the map
Put in overtime tryna' clime me a plaque
It's been a wrap since I came through the door
I left all them lame niggas laying on the floor
I claimed fame and got 'em running to the store
Cause I'm not only a rapper
I'm much more
Dogs
But of course I'm a boss so I floss
This young show off'll show off in his Porsche

[Hook]

I shine baby shine
Grind baby grind
I get's mine and I'm still in my prime
Don't worry bout me homie I'm a be fine
Cause I grind baby grind
Grind baby grind
(Repeat 1x)

[Verse 2: David Stones]

I could tell you niggas tryna' disguise your green eyes
I wondered why you wore shades now I see why
Cause I shine baby shine
And I shine so bright it'll leave a motherfucker blindDavid Stones - Grind Baby Grind - http://motolyrics.com/david-stones/grind-baby-grind-lyrics.html
I could tell that it's fuckin' with your mind
He just came in the game and homie on his grind
They already wanna put me in a shrine
But in due time 'til then I'm first in line
These niggas say I get too much credit
But I really earned it so it's more like a debit
Dead it
All that tough shit forget it
But if you really want it my nigga then we could set it
Cause I ain't pussy don't push me I'll bust the fifth
But I much rather make hits and have 'em bang my shit
These niggas kill for the thrill
If I kill it's to chill
Cause with beef it's no peace and that's real

[Hook]

[Verse 3: David Stones]

I keep perfecting my profession cause it is what it is
And let my rhymes manifest 'til I'm the best in the biz
Ask a real lyricist he know what it is
And all my hood niggas check for the kid
But let me tell you little something bout this fame shit
You'll be here today then tomorrow you'll be nameless
You could set it up where you'll remain rich
Or you could leave with the same shit that you came with
Man this whole lifestyle is dangerous
Never knowing if you coming or going and anxious
To know what's next cause success is a half of step away
Failure is even less
Look at yourself in the mirror you're a mess
Everyday is like a motherfucking contest
But nevertheless I progress
Cause I ain't satisfied with success I'm obsessed

[Hook]