Pain of my mind, my grind
I cry, I cry, I stand up on my own mind
I cry, I cry, I stand up on my own mind
I stand up on my grind

I stand up on my grind
I stand up on my grind
I stand up on my grind
I stand up on my grind

I stand up on my grind
I stand up on my grind
I stand up on my grind
My grind's where we're staying on that pine

And we're weighing strong around
Yeah we're making songs on mine
And we're weighing strong
Won't be long till we in Africa

Experiencing diasporas
Beyond the Lazarus
Massed her up
Had to stash more bucks

Needing cash, not pure lust
Cause it sure sucks without either
Seeing bumps without knees
The grounded non-believers of flights

Not achieving the heights
Supposed to be receiving the light
But futures they don't believe will be bright
Despite glimpses, flickers of hope

Addicted to dope
When shot to your top, they zoomed in with the scope
And eating the coke to cope with cold shoulders alike
Like those who deal with their lows with boulders of white

Whether you sober or plies
Mixing the Yola, soda, baking them pipes
Dealing with what's left every night out here making it right
Cause I'm staying on my grind

I stand up on my grind
I stand up on my grind
I stand up on my grind
I stand up on my grind

I stand up on my grind
I stand up on my grind
Staying on my grind
Staying on my grind

Staying on my grind
Staying on my grind
Staying on my grind
Staying on my grind

Staying on my grind
Staying on my grind
Staying on my grind
Staying on my grind

Staying on my grind
Staying on my grind
Staying on my grind
Staying on my grind

Some doing wrong
For the right reasons
The plight of a king and being stoned
Fighting demons

The life of feasting
Banning minions
Through times and seasons
Songs about killing they own

I find this treason
Like having eaten and beaten
Looking through some cords
The truth is frozen

Some cords
Strayed from the Lord I'm sure
Inspired way of my brothers
Cause they done discovered

The mold of Columbus
Plymouth smoke and make flowers
They plundered
Y'all wonder

Who busting thunder
Storming from the speakers
We could be busting thunder
Storming down your street

But make that leakers
Both seekers of life
Yours an out of body experience
When y'all meet at night

Though you see the deep
It'll be cheap for you fly
Like the pledge of releases
Gotta show your rights

Show your rights
So many recorded killings
I'm ready to show
That this show ain't right

It's overbites out of crap
That most don't like
They used to being racist
Dirty and jumping

Don't motivate
Snake charms
Spiritual armors
Beyond the cobra stripes

With insights
And perfection
Past the prototypes
And this the prototype

On how to be a pro
Without them vehicles
I got that heat
You know

But we can stand on our ground
Stand up
Stand on my ground
Stand on my ground