On The Grind - Kokane

Oh yeah, read one of these bed time stories

(whats happening baby)

I’m gonna tell you a little story about my life

(thats right)

Mr. Kane, see I once knew this wise old man

People thought he was a fool

Sipping on this thunder chicken

But he sat me down, and he told me boy

He said listen…

He told me that this little world

Ain’t really what it seems to be

Take care of your family

Or get left behind

And don’t let no one tell you that

You can’t fulfil your dreams

Stay real to the game, don’t get left behind

Homie, stay on the grind

If you stay straight and forward

Everything will work out fine

He said soldier, stay on the grind

He said don’t miss a traitor

Or get left behind

Uhh,

You do believe in millennium balling

Uh, yes I do believe in it Battlecat

Huh, well alright

We ain’t gonna kick a verse on this 1

Game recognize game

You know what i’m saying Mr. Kane

Well alright

We just gone let it ride

We gone flow to this

Kokane on ya brain

It’s a damn shame

C’mon, one more time

Player partner let me holla at ya

Sip this yak and just relax

I’m about to speak and teach on nothing but facts

Crush up a sack with a whole brick

Hugging a gatt, thugging is back

For the little homies who move in their pack

Keeping using them straps

On them bitch made niggas like that

Who wanna roll through and crawl on

And get they ball on

Here player light this weed

Don’t worry about nothing

Cause my partner in town

Is three-fifth for a cold pound

Grinding to the sunshine, splittin the cells

We ain’t gone worry about one-time

Lets get our mail

Paper chasing in the fast lane

Escaping the drama

Hit a lick, bought some shit, slid some chips to mamma

In a ordinary fashion, flashing, mashing for paper

In the mist of money makers, player-haters and fakers

Take care of your family first

And god do the rest

Business as usual, nothing more, nothing less

Homie, stay on the grind

If you stay straight and forward

Everything will work out fine

He said soldier, stay on the grind

He said don’t miss a traitor

Or get left behind

Life got a way

Of slapping you in the face

From a innocent child

To catching your first case

Most black folks go to jail

Before they ever see college

Most homies in the pen

Acquired a gang of knowledge

Jails are pumping up

Lights, TECs and Glocks

From the L.A. county

To the outskirts of Watts

Living in poverty

Ain’t a damn thing funny

The system stand up

Provide people not to make money

I remember standing in the County Line like Coolio

With a bomb ass record deal

Feeling like i’m just something

Then I got to thinking

Ahh, self-pitty don’t have nathing to do with the progression of

It’s your don’t be a disaster

See I’d rather have a million niggas mad at me

Just to see my pockets happy

Real nigga gonna keep it nappy

Real nigga gonna keep it nappy

On the grind, on the grind

On the grind-ha-ha

Well alright, now you have it

A story thats been told

Umm, if you wanna be rich get up off your ass

Put it in gear baby

It’s going down

Millennium balling

Well alright