Stro - Grind-In lyrics

[Intro] So This what Brooklyn look like at it's finest huh? [Verse 1] I used to s** at everything except rapping, I took advantage Put problems on instrumentals and managed to make em vanish She fronting yesterday but she wanna see me tomorrow Shawty play me so much, my nickname was Grand Theft Auto Plus my environment was real, I seen CJ's and cops Looking for stars in foreign cars Lord, they're tryna get me, it's all a trap I say I'm just tryna feed my mommy with these raps I say And these tracks I slay, walking, leaving my footmark Instant history, just a tab away from your bookmark So far we doing good for ourself, that's what these teachers say They waiting for my year, I bet they never see the day Futuristic, egotistic youngin with scriptured lyrics Tryna be the God of rapping, no disrespect religion I keep em rocking from Crenshaw to (?) You had your time, now the clock is ticking I mean taken, breaking radio stations, tell em play my joint Then when we go pop and the celibate target, but I stays on point Hip-Hop, word [Hook] Getting my grind, and my grind in, I'm getting it Ain't nothing handgiven, we no longer children, we making a living [Verse 2] I used to s** at everything except faking, now I'm the realer one Chicks going bananas, I never used to appeal to them Television screen hold my images, I'm the champ who Who changed the conditions I was living in All them dudes was tripping it, tryna plot on taking what A had Even if you cancel Freaknik you couldn't get the A mad I'm focused, and Brooklyn's responsible for my concentration And these tracks help me communicate with different races Fire the shot, man your speech struggle Can't find the words to describe the pain, we all need Ruzzle My dedication on a hundred better get running cause you done it Anything in front of something where you want it I'm like y'all don't like y'all music, can't none of y'all touch what I be doing Radio promoting all this trash, but you wonder why the fame is ruined I know why, cause y'all ain't bumping the 'Stroster, or nothing like it And that's cool, but it just ain't exciting Bow down to the youngin that's catching wreck, I'm up next Protect next before I excess and expect Nothing less than the best of the rugged raw perfection As I continue to progress in every single session For real