I’m talking bout dough; every rapper gotta talk about dough
Got a knock ‘em out flow, but my pockets still low
So I grind, trying to keep the lyrics hotter than stove
Trying to find my element, so I can rock a thin glow
So I’m chopping pot that hits you like a shot from Hendo
While I’m waiting for my shot, trying to spot a window
Keep grinding, this has been my motto, and so
I will rock it til I’m rotten, rotting, body and soul
Uh, I stand out, cause I rock it mental
Plus I try to keep it moving when a lotta’ men pose
So I’m bout to be opposite of when rockets implode
And they’re ‘bout to be flockin onto my jock tenfold
In this world, almost everything is bought and sold
Your stock can crash, right after your stock just rose
And then suddenly you miss those who stalk the pros
Or shop for clothes, or cop your O’s and so you gotta…
Keep grinding, whatever your grind may be
Whatever your hustle, hustle til you shine baby
Keep grinding, get yours; get your dough
Go and get yours; get your dough
Keep, keep; keep grinding
Money makes the world go round; I said money makes the world go round
Keep, keep; keep grinding
Money makes the world go round; I said money makes the world go round
So keep, keep, keep…
Stacking it, making it, selling it, jacking it
Whatever you do, do it and don’t ever look back at it
Just know that you’re the shit, like Jesus took a laxative
And never let it slip, try to keep the grind immaculate
Become the best and know that nobody is matching it
And all you gotta do is imagine it and be passionate
And maybe have a knack for it and practice it and practice it
Until you snap a bit and trip cause still it’s in the trash you sit
Among the roaches, rats, dealers, druggies and the ratchet spit
Struggling to win and not become what all the stats predict
Only people trying to stay where you are; are masochists
So just keep grinding, rely on your craftiness
Rise like Lazarus, rise like a ladder is
Rep your city, fly like pterodactyls did
Get money, get money, you need cash to live
Cause doing nothing won’t pack the fridge, so…
Keep grinding, whatever your grind may be
Whatever your hustle, hustle til you shine baby
Keep grinding, get yours; get your dough
Go and get yours; get your dough
Keep, keep; keep grinding
Money makes the world go round; I said money makes the world go round
Keep, keep; keep grinding
Money makes the world go round; I said money makes the world go round
So keep, keep, keep…
Climbing, try to hit the stratosphere
You can be indifferent, or be in different atmospheres
You can be a champ or a chump, the winner or the wackest here
Only one thing to be scared of and that is fear
And that is not an option and that is clear
Top rung’s a whale of a task, people, so grab a spear
Hot tongued? Head of the class? Never in last?
Better than that? Better be Jack, you got a lot of peers
And a lot appear, like they’ve been hungry for a lotta’ years
Most cried out and that’s a lotta tears, yup
Most dried out, like eye drought
In the midst of high doubt, they would graduate or cop careers
And it fills your vision and it pops your ears
Until you hug your mom wishing pops was here
So keep the bottles near, until you wake up in the morning
Cursing bottled beer, then you gotta go and…
Keep grinding, whatever your grind may be
Whatever your hustle, hustle til you shine baby
Keep grinding, get yours; get your dough
Go and get yours; get your dough
Keep, keep; keep grinding
Money makes the world go round; I said money makes the world go round
Keep, keep; keep grinding
Money makes the world go round; I said money makes the world go round
So keep, keep, keep grinding
