If you want to make it, you got to grind, you got to pump, you got to make the change.
You got to get up off your run.
If you want to make it, you got to grind, you got to pump, you got to make some gains.
Got to get up off my run.
I'm in the game, trying to make it.
It's 89 and the shit just started to jump.
Young nigga on the corner all night trying to pump.
OG's used to tell me, homie, watch your back and keep your pistol stab tight on you.
Because it's cold on these corners and these streets.
Slit hatin', broke busters always trying to be.
And stayin' on feed, keepin' my pockets tied.
And niggas been hatin' way before you lied.
Sayin' this and you know they sayin' that.
And who's that fool that try to steal Fat Pat?
Bringin' hats and 970 squats to chatter.
On TV shows, kickin' it with Mad Hatter.
Straight from the streets where you know it don't stop.
12 ,000 MK dead in block.
In Bangkok like supposed to be.
And jealousy and envy make them pose to me.
Regulating them bars while you're hatin', contemplatin'.
Come on with it, big baby boy, I'm waitin'.
To leave you stranded on the island like Gilligan.
Wishin' for the S .S. Miller, puttin' one up in your temple.
Shit be simple, shrug my jam like a pencil.
And use the hard times as a learning utensil.
You got to get up off your run.
If you want to make it, you got to grind.
You got to pump, you got to make a change.
You got to get up off your run.
If you want to make it, you got to grind.
You got to pump, you got to make some ends.
I got to get it, get it.
Ain't got no time to be playin' with it.
Peep my scheme, it just take a minute.
All my years, all my tears.
Givin' this game all I got to give.
Stackin' money on the pill.
Every word I speak real.
I'm in the game.
I be talkin' about chromine.
Cause I be doin' these kind of things down in Texas.
Where you been?
Well, it's a war on these city streets.
Over dope beats and pens.
Ain't no kid on the track.
Make a nigga wig split back.
With this weapon I pack.
I'ma collect it till Manhattan state backs.
It remain to be some tricks hatin'.
Open your eyes to this dead end.
Three niggas runnin' a corporation.
That's why my stacks have a nigga broke.
Tryin' to chase him.
I'ma face him.
You gotta get up off your rock.
If you wanna make it.
You gotta grind.
You gotta pump.
You gotta make a change.
You gotta get up off your rock.
If you wanna make it.
You gotta grind.
You gotta pump.
You gotta make some ends.
Oh shit, can't quit.
Gotta get up off my rock.
Bump and grind.
Gotta get mine cause it's the most.
I pump, I pumps.
Cause my goal is accomplishing dreams.
Devising plots and schemes.
In order to increase my cream.
Go hard, dig deep.
To achieve my purpose.
To get my feet up on the grind.
And start scratching the surface.
To alleviate the struggles.
And to hide the pain.
In this white man's world.
I gotta break these chains.
Maintain a level head.
So that I won't fail.
To build my clientele.
To make my riches.
Do away with all my pains as a teen.
Riding six -door limousines.
Eating French cuisine.
Codeine soothes the body.
Puts my soul at ease.
Cause they hating, perpetrating.
Putting me in a tight squeeze.
A bind.
Contemplating all the circumstances.
While you're trying to hold me back.
From making forward advances.
Big chances.
I risk.
Or a small technicality.
And then your guns may burn.
Go take my advice.
And get up off your run.
You gotta get up off your run.
If you wanna make it.
You gotta grind.
You gotta pump.
You gotta make a change.
You gotta get up off your run.
If you wanna make it.
You gotta grind.
You gotta pump.
You gotta make some ends.
