Grine

[Verse 1] Thinking about the money that I earn from my grind But so far I do nothing, but my teeth, that I grind Right now I'm figuring out my spirit, and grine Living on a dime, I can't possess a grin But in my hand I have a knife, ready to rip and grind A dangerous lifestyle, wild to end my grind Shall I turn evil, to upheaval, does that fit the grine But the money I make, is too flake, too make a happy grin So I gotta loot, brute to make a grind I can't help my own spirit, my soul, my grine The blackness of the vine, here is my happy grin I'm out on the street ready to rip, and grind