| Ayo, G stands for grinding, R stands for rhythm
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| I for intelligence that I find when I’m spitting
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| N for the new shit, it goes Prop to the Dylan
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| D stands for the drive cuz, cuz I am driven
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| G stands for grinding, R stands for rhythm
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| I for intelligence that I find when I’m spitting
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| N for the new shit, it goes Prop to the Dylan
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| D stands for the drive cuz, cuz I am driven
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| Yeah I am running now, got a get a nine to five
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| Steadily I struggle, while I try to get this vinyl out
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| Thouught I was the mgh the time is out, I thoan
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| Damn I’m exhausted, not according to plan
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| (Ah) and so it seems that I always need a plan B
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| It’s for the love of it, it’s more than dreams of mad cheese
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| It’s for the peeps, get on tour and see the mass ease
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| But after it all, I am forced to be an athlete
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| Running and chasing, for something with fragrance
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| I don’t daze into slumber, cuz I am done with the waiting
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| I pace for the wonders, like summer of '07
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| Chilled out as the box bumped wonderful soul legends
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| The coming of go getters, but I’ve though it over
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| Is it worth while, to live with a burden on my shoulders
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| I focus on perfection in order to get it precise
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| But I feel like Jekyll and Hyde, due to the stress in my life
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| G stands for grinding, R stands for rhythm
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| I for intelligence that I find when I’m spitting
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| N for the new shit, it goes Prop to the Dylan
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| D stands for the drive cuz, cuz I am driven
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| I am not in a constant chase for exposure
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| But I remember first time I saw my name on a poster
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| Devotion and credit, took off some weight of my shoulder
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| That’s where I decided to keep my aim for the culture
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| It’s strange how it grows, from the city I reside at
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| To the bigger cities in Europe, witnessed as a live act
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| And climax comes when I travel off to find peace
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| I made it this far without rapping over house beats
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| They keep coming but we know they not as real
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| I’d rather rob and steal than profit from a rotten deal
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| Signed and sealed, delivered but never on a silver plate
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| A written page, you find rhymes on my pillowcase
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| So I spin away, you see me going with the wind
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| Cuz you see quitting don’t really cost me a thing
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| But this rapping thing do, though I am hard with the pen
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| But that don’t really matter, when the labels want me to sing
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| G stands for grinding, R stands for rhythm
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| I for intelligence that I find when I’m spitting
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| N for the new shit, it goes Prop to the Dylan
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| D stands for the drive cuz, cuz I am driven
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| With strive comes anger, anger brings pain
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| Pain brings drive and with that we get change
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| A change for the better as we move for the goal
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| When grinding in this Motown I got blues in soul
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| With strive comes anger, anger brings pain
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| Pain brings drive and with that we get change
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| A change for the better as we move for the goal
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| When grinding in this Motown I got blues in soul |