Lil Wayne – On the Grind Lyrics

On the Grind

Lil Wayne

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"On the Grind." - Lil Wayne

Monday, 26 October 2026, 02:17 pm

Album: Lights Out

Track No: 03

Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Run it, run it
You can find me on the corner with stones
Quarters and zones of dope and powder
Broken hour, sell soap and flour
And most of our customers come up to us daily
Yet and still I cut the stuff crazy, a hustler, baby
What can I give you? I distribute keys to the kings
On Zs to the fiends and ecstasy and weed to the teens
You need to see Weezy, anything you like and I have 'em
From crack to Viagra and Vicodin's values
I'm the **** they point to when you hit my ave
So get all your money together, come and get my slabs
I get my cash for some aside and flip like half
That's still enough for me to TV and deep dish my nav
And you can tell the Lord that I say they can kiss my ass
If for the white people and I get you bricks for ten
I know the right people and I keep a nine on my waistline
And I'ma be right on the corner, word that I'm gonna grind
I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table breakin' keys down to dimes
Sooner or later, this neighborhood gon' be mine
****, I'm tryna grind
I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table breakin' keys down to dimes
Sooner or later, this neighborhood gon' be mine
****, I'm on the grind
****, y'all gon' respect Weezy or else the TEC squeezin' shots
I have your chest steamin' hot and your sis screamin' stop
I been got on the block, ****, with rocks and weed
On the corner 'til the mornin', see the cops and flee
And if we beef, we don't beef long 'cause we gon' creep all night
So I hope you don't sleep all night, we on your street all night
Say uh-uh, I don't want your boy to get misused
'Cause I spit tools and put them tissues in his shoes
And the bricks move every followin' week
So if you need to get two, then holla at me
Got powder D, and I shower your streets until your ave pass out
More bricks than the three lil' pigs' last damn house
Stack crack and lay back and just laugh at droughts
And if you work for half, then just grab that south
For real, ****, Weezy, we tryna shine
From daybreak to nightfall, I'm gon' grind
I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table breakin' keys down to dimes
Sooner or later, this neighborhood gon' be mine
****, I'm on the grind
I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table breakin' keys down to dimes
Sooner or later, this neighborhood gon' be mine
****, I'm on the grind
It start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to keys
Takes seconds to minutes to hours to days into weeks
Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it
Gotta buy it, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it
And I fly it every day and night from the corner to the avenue
And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope and crack to move
Ask the news, when Weezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose
Freshly found like its symptom and I'ma tax a dude
Duck the feds and drama like I duck my baby mama
Sometimes I play it sour, what you thought was yay was flower
I pour whatever for the cheddar, **** gotta flash and floss
Drought come around and it's jack the cost, eject the boss
Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun
All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run
I'm tryna get rich 'cause I won't shine
You can find me on the block, ****, all the time
I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table breakin' keys down to dimes
Sooner or later, this neighborhood gon' be mine
****, I'm on the grind
I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table breakin' keys down to dimes
Sooner or later, this neighborhood gon' be mine
****, I'm on the grind
I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table breakin' keys down to dimes
Sooner or later, this neighborhood gon' be mine
****, I'm on the grind
I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustlin' on the block all the time
Sittin' at the table breakin' keys down to dimes
Sooner or later, this neighborhood gon' be mine
****, I'm on the grind
Look, wha-

Writer(s): Lil Wayne & Mannie Fresh.

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