Story Behind The Song

Finding a way to survive in these times. Doing what one has to do in order to support their family or their lifestyle. basically anyone who is working hard to make a living.

Song Description

Flashy club banger, Originality meets commercial appeal, hard hitting kicks and snares to make the goose bumps scatter for cover

Lyrics

On The Grind

V1Stryke

Running the club district quadruple times square unnatural mistic
money's got that
limp in the walk slang shot in New York
the wise survive like the snake in the grass young's talking thrash
wha the bumbocloth a gwon
remains to be seen so much going on
strong arm from the depths of the lungs the pit of the stom
hit em with nothing but acid dissect now he's classic
realistic footprints and shells scower
spread like manuer moreover bring something to the table uncontested stung each
pattern describes where I'm from unsolved exposure unit projects snapping necks twigs
that's right it's like ribs cage match no strings attached
dig

(chorus)
what the hell is going on
can't ya'll see I'm on my job
I been grindin going hard
ya'll can't see I'm on my job

V2 Ali Lyles

Follow my lead Ali rasheed Anthony Wills see I'm the champion still my whole family is real bwoy I'm the man with appeal I put a smile on ya disrespect then four pounds on ya homie don't move I got one rule I won't lose I'm old school but 23 and worth a couple hundred G's besides God ain't nobody sunning me I rap cunninly who illa I wanna see
let's go I need xo doe on express mode my chain give me chest cold my brains outta this planet caus collateral damage why battle with amatuer ass rap one on one brother who couldn't handle class
so I focus on my young brothers I love em
police handcuff but they don't understand nothing
I ain't no man frontin I ain't no man bluffin I'm the God SR
Stryke let's get it poppin

(chorus)
what the hell is going on
can't ya'll see I'm on my job
I been grindin going hard
ya'll can't see I'm on my job

(chorus)
what the hell is going on
can't ya'll see I'm on my job
I been grindin going hard
ya'll can't see I'm on my job

(chorus)
what the hell is going on
can't ya'll see I'm on my job
I been grindin going hard
ya'll can't see I'm on my job

V3
Don't let your dreams pass you by wake up smell the coffee
being observed like an autopsy concentrating like a natzi
as the world sits back the plot thickens billions vanish to scraps
crushin' blows slamming him to the turf he got booked matter of time before he burst feel no remorse curtains fall grafiti on the wall paying tribute
deadly vicinity
at any given tides turn we mourn while courts adjourn
some em pon the side other than 9 to 5 he's yearning to stay alive with thoughts hard like cement pushin' weight the starting lineup
sparks line the show dead that make doe searching for info
we flipped it with lingo we calling bingo shots
caus when the singles drop we cashin in on the crops

(chorus)
what the hell is going on
can't ya'll see I'm on my job
I been grindin going hard
ya'll can't see I'm on my job