Ayo I'm banging out them tunes, yall know what it is
Catch 'em stuntin'on these tricks with a pair of new kicks
Trey Flip for your wig kid, show you what the business
Sickness, wicked, can I get a witness?
It's like that y'all, now we gettin' lifted
You frontin on the mic, I be frontin' off a big set
Counting all these stacks, blunt in' corners on some pimp shit
This is how we do it pimpin'
So Dilla type, thriller hype, dynamite
Kill a mic, beastin' mothaf*ckas like I'm Killer Mike (Ugh)
Yall can figure that I'm always bringin' something nice
Kickin', pushin', coastin', listen (What up Lupe)
360, grinding 'cause I'm Indy
Fresh new trucks now I'm hauling through the windy
Wait, shifty, grip it like a Grizzly
Bear down, Chi-town, are you with meeeee?
Yo hands up for the grind for the skills and the rhymes
Whether it's spitting on the corner or just skating the Chi
Middle finger to the law 'cause they know we don't hide
Keep our chin up even higher cause we riding with pride
Yo hands up for the grind for the skills and the rhymes
Whether it's spitting on the corner or just skating the Chi
Middle finger to the law 'cause they know we don't hide
Keep our chin up even higher cause we riding with pride
I've been obsessed with the sound ever since I was a young cat
Walkman, tape deck, hip hop pen and pad
Runnin' around like a riot with my skate deck
Never gave a f*ck what you were saying in your statements
Something about the music and the movement had me fascinated
Stuck with the illness, never got vaccinated
Running around grinding ledges with the crew
There was nothing else to do and I had nothing to lose
Wherever we'd go, we'd run the show, simple as that
Kinda funny that I'm starting to rekindle the past
System on blast puff pass shorty shaking that ass and uhh...
I'm pretty certain that I'm making it last
Yeah it's been a while now. it's more of a plan
I've made my own path now that I be more of a man
With my own two, take it any way that you can
Sound man, keep this up turned loud for the fans
Yo hands up for the grind for the skills and the rhymes
Whether it's spitting on the corner or just skating the Chi
Middle finger to the law 'cause they know we don't hide
Keep our chin up even higher cause we riding with pride
Theoretic Bars - On the Grind Lyrics
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Ayo I'm banging out them tunes, yall know what it is
Catch 'em stuntin'on these tricks with a pair of new kicks
Trey Flip for your wig kid, show you what the business
Sickness, wicked, can I get a witness?
It's like that y'all, now we gettin' lifted
You frontin on the mic, I be frontin' off a big set
Counting all these stacks, blunt in' corners on some pimp shit
This is how we do it pimpin'
So Dilla type, thriller hype, dynamite
Kill a mic, beastin' mothaf*ckas like I'm Killer Mike (Ugh)
Yall can figure that I'm always bringin' something nice
Kickin', pushin', coastin', listen (What up Lupe)
360, grinding 'cause I'm Indy
Fresh new trucks now I'm hauling through the windy
Wait, shifty, grip it like a Grizzly
Bear down, Chi-town, are you with meeeee?
Yo hands up for the grind for the skills and the rhymes
Whether it's spitting on the corner or just skating the Chi
Middle finger to the law 'cause they know we don't hide
Keep our chin up even higher cause we riding with pride
Yo hands up for the grind for the skills and the rhymes
Whether it's spitting on the corner or just skating the Chi
Middle finger to the law 'cause they know we don't hide
Keep our chin up even higher cause we riding with pride
I've been obsessed with the sound ever since I was a young cat
Walkman, tape deck, hip hop pen and pad
Runnin' around like a riot with my skate deck
Never gave a f*ck what you were saying in your statements
Something about the music and the movement had me fascinated
Stuck with the illness, never got vaccinated
Running around grinding ledges with the crew
There was nothing else to do and I had nothing to lose
Wherever we'd go, we'd run the show, simple as that
Kinda funny that I'm starting to rekindle the past
System on blast puff pass shorty shaking that ass and uhh...
I'm pretty certain that I'm making it last
Yeah it's been a while now. it's more of a plan
I've made my own path now that I be more of a man
With my own two, take it any way that you can
Sound man, keep this up turned loud for the fans
Yo hands up for the grind for the skills and the rhymes
Whether it's spitting on the corner or just skating the Chi
Middle finger to the law 'cause they know we don't hide
Keep our chin up even higher cause we riding with pride
Catch 'em stuntin'on these tricks with a pair of new kicks
Trey Flip for your wig kid, show you what the business
Sickness, wicked, can I get a witness?
It's like that y'all, now we gettin' lifted
You frontin on the mic, I be frontin' off a big set
Counting all these stacks, blunt in' corners on some pimp shit
This is how we do it pimpin'
So Dilla type, thriller hype, dynamite
Kill a mic, beastin' mothaf*ckas like I'm Killer Mike (Ugh)
Yall can figure that I'm always bringin' something nice
Kickin', pushin', coastin', listen (What up Lupe)
360, grinding 'cause I'm Indy
Fresh new trucks now I'm hauling through the windy
Wait, shifty, grip it like a Grizzly
Bear down, Chi-town, are you with meeeee?
Yo hands up for the grind for the skills and the rhymes
Whether it's spitting on the corner or just skating the Chi
Middle finger to the law 'cause they know we don't hide
Keep our chin up even higher cause we riding with pride
Yo hands up for the grind for the skills and the rhymes
Whether it's spitting on the corner or just skating the Chi
Middle finger to the law 'cause they know we don't hide
Keep our chin up even higher cause we riding with pride
I've been obsessed with the sound ever since I was a young cat
Walkman, tape deck, hip hop pen and pad
Runnin' around like a riot with my skate deck
Never gave a f*ck what you were saying in your statements
Something about the music and the movement had me fascinated
Stuck with the illness, never got vaccinated
Running around grinding ledges with the crew
There was nothing else to do and I had nothing to lose
Wherever we'd go, we'd run the show, simple as that
Kinda funny that I'm starting to rekindle the past
System on blast puff pass shorty shaking that ass and uhh...
I'm pretty certain that I'm making it last
Yeah it's been a while now. it's more of a plan
I've made my own path now that I be more of a man
With my own two, take it any way that you can
Sound man, keep this up turned loud for the fans
Yo hands up for the grind for the skills and the rhymes
Whether it's spitting on the corner or just skating the Chi
Middle finger to the law 'cause they know we don't hide
Keep our chin up even higher cause we riding with pride
Writer: Javier Salgado
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid