Artist:  Joe Budden
Album:   Halfway House
Song:    On My Grind
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[Verse 1]

First off, I'm not competing, I'm more like stampeding
I'm more like steam rolling (OR!)
More like putting my foot on the neck of the game until I see it choking
Or holding for dear life, the flow is air tight
The bars are bar none, regarded as the one
Fuck music, it's a art to son, lets rewind
See I was born in the projects, left for a new hood
Headed to a new state, looking for a new pace
Diamond in the rough, I stood out amongst the food (?)
Swear a friend of mine getting lined every new pay
With dreams of getting wealthy
You now checking out the New Jersey version of Peter Petrelli
But wait, with a little Travis Barker on the side
Cuz when it all falls down I normally survive
I'm tryna see a new tax bracket, so I'll never have to grab 'matic's
I ain't concerned with no rap bracket
So y'all can take my name through the mud and drag it
Spread it to the masses, I still play it passive
I got no choice but walk around with the lead on me
Life is way too short, too many dead homies
Plus with all the money I invest, everyday a nigga die for less
So if a nigga wanna go to war, wave 'hi' to death
I mean he live right next to me so he ain't a threat to me

[Hook]

He's a beast, he's a monster, he is insane
He's an animal, he cannot be tamed
A rapper you know, that straight feast on the lane
And rock on the track, beast on the game
{Damn right I'm on my grind, look like some shit is on my mind}
{Damn right I'm on my grind, look like some shit is on my mind}

[Verse 2]


Look, I mean I'm still livin life in the fast lane
Still plottin on my big money scheme 
Like he Wesley and Woody thinkin how to rob a cash train
Shittin on niggas until the whole world know his last name
I still spit like it ain't no tomorrow
It ain't over y'all, underated so I overcharge
Old dodge, radio off, fuck a station
Get to know me through the music not a publication
But my acts will show justification
But enough with the waitin
I lost all trust in my patience
Kid without the crown, or the chair, or the robe
Nigga I don't care what you sold
Now a niggas rims is showin, look at the hunger
Got yourself in some shit, look at the plunger
I talk it cause I'm livin it
Entrepreneur, Steve Rifkin shit
Though a few haters wanna hinder it
I'm comin with some different shit
I'm in these offices, all about my paper
That's that Dunder Mifflin shit
Rap on roids, sits with the torch
Though managed to keep my name out the Mitchell reports
I'm an inspiration for a whole generation
Even when I'm gone put my message in syndication
Then you too can attain the unattainable
But fuck tryin to explain the unexplainable

[Hook]