On My Grind / Blocc Boy (Dolla and Akon) See I'm a Blocc Boy We don't giggle nor chuckle Posted ten toes down on ya corna 9 propped up on my belt near my buckle Droppin the pounds to keep the weight on my shoulder Ooooh another fiend past by now Circlin the block I'm droppin my dime Ooooh another cop past by now Gotta go so I can stay on my grind [Verse 1: Dolla] I'm deep on the block, work in my socks Glock on my hip, just lookin to pop 10 Dollar rocks, got em lined up Chop a 4 ay break it down bitch gram it up I'm over the stove, I'm over the pot 16 years old with a Rolex watch! 1,000 dollar jeans, while you in the class Doin math I'm a block boy countin cash I'm like 6 flags, I got hella rides Rep the first Benz I'm bout to get another 5 You reppin the cyfus, I'm trappin on corners Baby need diapers gotta reup in the morning No matter the season, no matter the weather Rain sleet hail snow I'mma get the chedder Down for whatever, Mothafuck the pigs Block boys worldwide you know what it is [Verse 2: Dolla] I Hustle with heart, I hustle with fashion Hustle's art, I hustle with passion I'm doin it smart, I'm breakin a bank East side general I'm movin a tank Hard in the paint, I'm like Shaq Whipped like a slave days Got em comin back I'm eatin your cookies, you niggas is hoes You niggas is rookies, I hustle with pros I'm a block boy, call the shots boy Any givin time have you knocked off boy Real hot boy, lil shotta At my commend break you off somethin propa Top Dolla, supply and demand I'm the man supplyin demand supplyin the man And my block boy stance Triple beam in the back got the pots and the pans, nigga [Verse 3: Dolla] 24/7, 365, Same clothe for a week, nigga I'm on my grind I got good workers, they never shout Niggas tryna jerk us, he eat dirt Soul full a hurt, mouth full of diamonds We miss Church, all a nigga know is violence You hear the sirens a moment of silence Product of my environment I shoot for the moon, sky's the limit If you want somethin pimpin, you gotta get it Determine to shine dedicated grind I Ain't slept in a week I'm doin overtime I got heavy weight, so I got heavy cake Movin outta town nigga switch the license plate Hit the interstate, yolla in the tires If I gotta move nigga then yo I hire |