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  • Текст песни Masta Ace - Da Grind

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    Yeah
    Send this one out to everybody, trying to make end ends meet
    Yeah

    I'm on the grind
    Still got my money on my mind
    And I, feel like I'm walking on the line
    When it, seems like I'm running out of time
    That's when I'm going on the grind

    [Masta Ace]
    Ay yo, I'm trying to make my dollars double
    I done found a place to fit in
    For niggaz trying to get into this power struggle
    I work hard on the job like immigrants
    And always try to get my first half in advance
    It sounds strange but the rap game is not a game
    You could make a lot of money gain a lot of fame
    But don't get it twisted
    You could get addicted
    Buy a mansion in the Hamptons, and get evicted
    Now if you call me and I'm not around
    I'm probably putting my grind down
    Doing shows out of town
    I be the manager, road manager, and call handler
    Booking agent, choreographer and tour planner
    I be the V.P. of marketing and promotions
    Producer and arraigner, with a range of emotions
    And after it all, I still gotta perform
    At three o'clock in the morn', when half the fans are gone
    But it's fine
    Been on the grind since like '88 or '89
    The game is foul like a plate of swine
    Now is there anybody con like me?
    Is anybody out there on the grind like me?
    For everybody working nine to five
    For everybody trying to rise with they eyes on the prize
    I'm with 'cha, we all going through it
    But yo, deep down inside I know we still gon' do it
    Oh

    [Chorus]
    I'm on the grind
    Still got my money on my mind
    And I, feel like I'm walking on the line
    And it, seems like I'm running out of time
    That's why I'm always on the grind

    Yeah, I'm on the grind
    Still got my money on my mind
    And I, feel like I'm walking on the line
    When it, seems like I'm running out of time
    That's when I'm going on the grind

    [Apocalypse]
    Yeah
    I really feel I'm blessed 'cause I was born with a talent to rhyme
    But the stress got me this close to quitting sometimes
    On the crowded A train every morning
    I can't wait for the day
    My hustle game don't got to start this way
    Niggaz think it's all good when they see me and hear my CD
    And think I'm jumping in the 745 with TVs
    They don't know I miss tours and shows
    To go to work and pay bills and keep dough on my clothes
    In the shadow of a legend so
    They expect me to spit and sound like him
    But y'all need to let it go
    Everyday I face the crossroad of rap or drugs
    Album cuts and singles and crack heads and clappin' thugs
    When I'm broke my moms won't even give me a hug
    But on payday I'm her baby then she call it love
    I keep making my moves 'cause one day I'm a prove
    I got what it take and I will not lose
    Yeah

    [Chorus]

    ("I had to hustle hard, never give up" scratched to end)

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