Oh Lord, I woke up this morning
and started praying
And only niggas feeling my pain,
know what I'm saying
Dear Lord, street life ain't no game,
know what I'm saying
It's for my money really,
fuck the fame and I ain't playing
See I passed the rock a couple of times,
let me assist
Nigga me and ya'll together
how the fuck we gonna miss
Nigga all we worry about
is how the fuck they gonna flip
Cut the window drop things, I
swear to god they gonna trip
Meet the haters meet the feds,
now that's gotta be a sign
Smoked a blunt and laughed about
it, writing lose my mind
Hit the booth and spazzed out, almost
lost my mothafuckin' mind
Bought a mic for these hoes,
you know my mothafuckin' grind
Sleep is the cousin of death,
and I'm alive
Thug Motivation plus inspiration
equals survive
They tryna rob me of this
success with no disguise
I know that shit was hard on you Young,
the way you grind
(If you grind hard enough)
You can stack a few mil' nigga make
it out the streets like me
(If you grind strong enough)
You can be a trap star nigga be on
TV and keep it G
(If you grind long enough)
You can take care of your nephews and your
nieces and your moms and your girl
(If you grind hard enough)
You can stand on top and tell these
hatin' ass niggas it's the world
I'm on deck, on point, I'm straight,
I'm cool
Got the whole 500, drop dead old school
Live by the G Code nigga,
I don't break no rules
And when I was in the streets
I ain't see no dues
All I know, come through use
the kitchen do the dishes
Rock hard say your prayers say
your muhfuckin' wishes
Jizzle what you do you sick
of hopping out a 'Coupe
Cop a four door nigga hop
up out it in a suit
Giorgio Armani, still represent
the struggle
I'm in this Giorgio Armani, still
represent the hustle
See a man made the clothes,
clothes never made the man
And if a nigga tell you different he
ain't seen a hundred grand
All I heard is what I couldn't do, All
I heard is what I couldn't be
Yet I'm still determined on these niggas,
just look at me
Sometimes I lay up in my bed,
think 'till my head hurt
Fuck raps I'd rather stress,
yeah we call that bad work
(If you grind hard enough)
You can stack a few mil' nigga make
it out the streets like me
(If you grind strong enough)
You can be a trap star nigga be on
TV and keep it G
(If you grind long enough)
You can take care of your nephews and your
nieces and your moms and your girl
(If you grind hard enough)
You can stand on top and tell these
hatin' ass niggas it's the world
Okay now fuck that bullshit,
get off ya muthafuckin' ass
You working with yourself you grind
that muthafuckin' half
And when you grind that half you pay your
muthafuckin' staff
And then you take the hood
you do muthafuckin' math
Fuck that ho bullshit, get off
your muthafuckin' ass
Get off your fuckin' ass nigga
stack your fuckin' cash
And when you stack your cash you
pay your muthafuckin' staff
And then you take the world you do the
muthafuckin' math
(If you grind hard enough)
You can stack a few mil' nigga
make it out the streets like me
(I f you grind strong enough)
You can be a trap star nigga be on
TV and keep it G
(If you grind long enough)
You can take care of your nephews and your
nieces and your moms and your girl
(If you grind hard enough)
You can stand on top and tell these hatin' ass
Jeezy 
