The Rose City One - GrindTime Lyrics

City... Murda...
Got em Like
Rebel of Mine one with the Grind
Never Rewind ditchin em one at a time I'm
Feeling its crunch time it aint the first time they verse lied
All that green in they eyes I can feel it can see their demise
I'm heated my thoughts slip
I'm on shit... ya know, beats sick and flow sick
Seasons open even though they don't need to know this
Attention I need the notice
I'm bleeding I'm reaching for this
No one on your team is focused need bifocals
Know that it seems important
She can read and see that I'm golden just pray your fe don't come here
Cant keep my game from showing
Came from inside I'm glowing
A notch under veil for portland
Came from the city of roses
Came with the towns endorsement
Low and behold wonder of world
Third on the verge feeling the surge its war with the words
She aint denying her urge she know I'm finna deliver
Get with agenda sick in the winter
Winning in summer
Stay with a come up
We aint gone lay up... oh no
I aint gone say it no mo
Stay wit insatiable flow
Got a hunger for bringing in doe that's how we bring in some more
Its always on the mind of a master
Who down for the climb we been after the bag
Hold a hard line less a nine in ya hand
Hard head flex notha hard head dead
I chose rap had to leave all that tryna make it home on the daily
Only concern is who pays me don't f*ck with you cuz you lazy
Don't want no sweat aint no tears on your face or no blood where u stand
I cannot view you as man
Cuz all of your wants go unmet
And all of your needs go unmet
When its grindtime in my right mind
Boy if I shine in daylight exit stage right
With a floodlight on my face like
Ima pace myself gotta get right
With a hard left ima fake right on a late night
Cuz the cross that I bear it aint light
I love to floss more than life
Picked up bad habits your right
I hold my feet to the fire yall hear the screech from the tires
Silence the beast when I ride
Sit at a feast when I dine
Bitch ima sleep when I die
Kill it myself with my rhyme
Healing myself but that came from devine
A slave to the pie no guarantee on my slices ive got to grind
Ive got to know I'm the nicest spirit of god in my likeness
Flow of the righteous land of the sinner so I might get
Caught up in the lust that the flesh get
Might want to mind your f*cking business
Barrels get hot where they end at she out here acting like a princess
He out here acting like he viscous
She out here acting like a no go
He out here pointing like a witness
Speaking of a witness I need one straight to some change on a speedrun
Oh yeah rap dollars need some
Nightmare me driving a Nissan no change in pockets
No game for profit
No f*ckin options
Never that too much game for a sedative
Team no sleep I'm the president
Grind all the time representative
Cant concentrate on your petty shit bitch I'm tryna get it in
Aaaah