[Intro: Peezy]
I be on the grind twenty-four seven (Rush Murda)
Pistol on my side twenty-four seven
I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
[Verse 1: Peezy]
Yeah
I be on the grind twenty-four seven (All day)
On the run for a case, I pray they don't catch me
My dawg asked to use the kitchen, told him go and stretch it (Go ahead)
And if a nigga think he slick then we gon' dome check him
State troopers in the hood got me in the 'burbs (Shit hot)
Somebody got killed but won't nobody say a word
Detectives goin' door to door, say they need some answers (Uh-huh)
But the 6 Mile shit more serious than cancer (Real shit)
Blow a band in the club on my favorite dancer
And VIP with all black on like the Panthers
And VIP with that strap on like a bouncer (Uh-huh)
Flood my hood with that pack, niggas reign the ounces (Come get it)
Three diamond chains on for no apparent reason (Ghetto Boyz)
Fresh as shit at the crib and I ain't even leave it
Heard these niggas takin' big, but they ain't even eatin'
Just know my hands in it, but you probably never seen it, nigga
I be on the grind twenty-four seven (Rush Murda)
Pistol on my side twenty-four seven
I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven
Twenty-four seven
[Verse 1: Peezy]
Yeah
I be on the grind twenty-four seven (All day)
On the run for a case, I pray they don't catch me
My dawg asked to use the kitchen, told him go and stretch it (Go ahead)
And if a nigga think he slick then we gon' dome check him
State troopers in the hood got me in the 'burbs (Shit hot)
Somebody got killed but won't nobody say a word
Detectives goin' door to door, say they need some answers (Uh-huh)
But the 6 Mile shit more serious than cancer (Real shit)
Blow a band in the club on my favorite dancer
And VIP with all black on like the Panthers
And VIP with that strap on like a bouncer (Uh-huh)
Flood my hood with that pack, niggas reign the ounces (Come get it)
Three diamond chains on for no apparent reason (Ghetto Boyz)
Fresh as shit at the crib and I ain't even leave it
Heard these niggas takin' big, but they ain't even eatin'
Just know my hands in it, but you probably never seen it, nigga
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