On My Grind lyrics

[Intro: Indee B]
G-R-I-N-D or die
Ooh, whoa

[Verse 1: OG Cuicide]
Started way back in the ghetto streets
Just a li'l homie that was packin' heat
Had no job, but he had to eat
Took from the rich and he fed his peeps
One false move, he'll leave you sleep
Tried to grab for him now you're off your feet
Heart stopped beatin' then you meet the Reap'
You know the next thing 'fore you under sheets
I tell it how it is every time I speak
Like a door with a hole, you can take a peek
I'm the number one that you tryin' to be
The only Cuicide homie from the CPT
From the West to Japan, they know the name
C.G. in the air, for the 'cidal gang
Anybody bring the noise, bet I bring the pain
Through the umbrella, yea, you can feel the rain
Been in the game for a long damn time
People think I fell off lost they mind
Every day you know you see me on the grind
The owner of the team, it's goddamn time
For the dumb ones, now I'm in the driver seat
Mr. mental case, homie, run the streets
Infrared beam when I point the heat
Pedal to the medal when I mash the beat