James Franken - Got My Grind Made Up lyrics

[Verse 1: James Franken] Chillin' in the studio Chain smokin' cuz the Homies are sniffin' lines sh** it's fine but my Brains broken, it's strange it can't open It only makes cents (sense) to me, so now my change growin Noticed my main ain't need me, but I ain't greedy So I'mma keep to myself with all them strange greetings Now I'm all about my name and my range keep me In the same lane as my lames in the saint peezy Somethin about the new jam is we all on the grind I used to be stupid was only on it part of the time Its hard to get by, when you addicted to the art of a lie Skippin' the early mornin' wisdom cuz its hard on my eyes I'm startin' to rise and sh** kid, its gettin easier Swear it wasn't me that told myself to stop leadin' her But still I did it and I ain't trippin' I'm lifted The chronic isn't afflicting my product and how I'm spittin' kid [Verse 2: ?henom] We whippin' the highway, all i see's the dome and the crack stacks The sky line, searchin' the back pack Hopin' and wishin' that I can find my blunt to split and twist and hit it with the homies Mississippi roaming doming up swishers but listen closely Know that Kobe even has his off days, when ball-ing Down to small papes, f** am I saying dog, my homies all paid Some of 'em grippin' Glocks, or flippin' the piff in zip locks Jobs at foot lock Cuz the earth ain't f**in' dirt without the purp and the guap Stuck in the jungle Either you get stole off or you rumble Similarly you'll be hungry less you pushin a couple bundles Struggle, stack or you starve While you in the 'ap or the Paul I gotta ball so when you need a sack I answer your call The only challenge I'm money minded tryna balance' my life with my grindin' And shinin' through rhyme ain't no time for a pint I gotta find a design for my mind that intwines with the line In a pattern Think I'm fine if I'm higher than f**in' Saturn f** the matter Stressin' ain't nothin' to me gloomy days Are just brews away from those cooler days you're seein' up in the movies I'm two away from limit so touch me I'll get to gooning Hit up my homies and you bet it gets green crackin' and loonin' Whatever happened to me rappin' bout b**bies, a**es and coochie Guess in the hunt for the money Honeys start yellin out "run it through me" And the new me, you could say he's sicker with the lyricism Hear within' 'em spirit that's appearin' when the lyrics hit 'em I try to be clear I'm winnin' Cuz in the face off I break thought Shoulda been clear to him he's nowhere near my spittin' My vocal range, from the plains to frickin' stations in space And with James We'd probably change the game in a day