Crime Mob - Shine 'Cause I Grind lyrics

[Chorus: 2x] Hoes on my nob,and I ain't got a job,I shine cause I grind, I ain't gotta steal and rob I shine-I shine cause I grind,I shine cause I grind,I shine cause I grind,I ain't gotta steal and rob [Verse 1:] Okay,I shine cause I grind,and all I f** is dimes I broke the whole pound down and re'd up 4 times, a street hustler,I gotta get it up any way I can and keep my eyes on dem boys jumpin' out dem black vans, I'm a man,get it right,cause I ain't playn' six shots out the roof it'll make you feel what I'm sayn', and these hoes be on my nob, like a motherf**n' hand, every fight,the Mariot, she let me beat it like a band. [Verse 2:] I never had to rob,I never had a job they wouldn't hire me cause I was lookn' like a slob, at school I was a fool,my grades was off the wall was failin' every cla** so they wouldn't let me play no ball, I started makin' beats,then hooked up wit these thugs been grindn' everyday while steamn' away from sellin' d**, didn't have to steal no dubs or leave um' wit no pocket lint, n***a I'm shinen' cause I'm grindin',I been shinen' ever since hoe. [Chorus: 2x] [Verse 3:] Watch me yall a be lookin for a come up stay on the grind all the time gotta get mine I'ma a hustla I stay away from the hata's and the bustas naw I ain't fake I don't talk cause I don't trust ya neva gotta sell rocks just to get dough I do my sh** the right way just so I can get mo' cause if you don't you gon' use it as a question and try to bust a n***a's head everytime the money get low you already know money is my mind frame n***a's jackin mine they ain't got no type of mind games cause ellenwood is where I hang do my sh** myself got my own rules and my ways I got a aura about myself and that's greatness neva settle for the less stop all the hata sh** don't get offended cause I'm gettin mine to make it and I'm tryin always can't nobody come and take this [Verse 4:] Money makin my everyday mission I slippin if I don't flip all you s**a's you listen this pimpin keep these b**hes whipped straight from the bottom now ballin ridin high wit my n***as neva could I be a lame cause them lame's don't count figures they roll nickel's and they definitely love to hate and I shine in they face while they throw they life away Imma keep on countin cake keep that yip yap to yo' self I got music on this shelf holla when you get a hit under yo belt... [Chorus: 2x] [Verse 5:] Look I got n***a's playin pitty pat tryna get that kitty kat ain't no shame cause I need a n***a wit a job I'ma grind through the heat or the sleet or the snow stayin up on my top baby even through the fall standin tall neva settle for less so I'm the best neva second guessin cause ya girl want it all down da hustle just to get it off the muscle if i have to I'ma struggle cause I am down for my n***a's crime mob neva betta for deez streets for da' heat you betta practice what you preach cause everybody want a lil peace now you f**ing wit some real o.g's everytime we hit the scene all that bullsh** gon decease catch a n***a wit a stick beat hata's gon get slick come up with some t and mothaf**a..