Lyrics: Mark Gillette
Music: Mark Gillette
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rollin’ with the squad, yeah, we lookin' clean
From the South, to the top, that's the dream
See the lights on the street, that's the gleam
Poppin' bottles, raisin' hell, supreme team
Got the drip, got the cash, it's obscene
Ain't nobody messing with the scheme
[Chorus]
We on that grind, no time to waste
Stack the paper, win the race
In this city, we own the place
Watch us rise, with style and grace
[Verse 2]
Cruisin’ through these blocks, with the bass loud
Neighborhood king, yeah, we make ‘em proud
From the bottom we climbed, stand out in a crowd
Got the power, got the fire, ain't no doubt allowed
Chasin' dreams every night, making mama wowed
No fakes, no snakes, only real and vowed
[Chorus]
We on that grind, no time to waste
Stack the paper, win the race
In this city, we own the place
Watch us rise, with style and grace
[Bridge]
Life's a battle, but we aim to win
On this hustle, ain't no giving in
Fearless hearts, strong within
This is just the start, where we begin
[Chorus]
We on that grind, no time to waste
Stack the paper, win the race
In this city, we own the place
Watch us rise, with style and grace
[Verse 3]
Rolling deep through the city, shadows come alive
No fear in our eyes, survival's the drive
Got a story to tell, from midnight to five
Echoes of the street, where we strive
Tales of the hustle, beneath the urban lights
Makin' moves, we’re on the edge, ready for fights
No retreat, this is real life, no highlights
Concrete jungle love, in the coldest nights
[Chorus]
We on that grind, no time to waste
Stack the paper, win the race