Busy On the Grind by A-Rod Ricky Roy Lyrics
[Chorus]
My life's busy on the grind I can't sit still/
Im on the move all the time like a windmill/
I got a blunt filled yea blowing big kill/
I can't front you i ain't nothing like a windshield/
My life's busy on the grind I can't sit still/
Im on the move all the time like a windmill/
I got a blunt filled yea blowing big kill/
I can't front you i ain't nothing like a windshield/
[Verse 1: A-Rod Ricky Roy]
If life is a beach then every beach can get wet/
And i love to see the waves when everybody just met/
You can see the son shine... my momma raised the best/
Did it against all odds so I had to raise the bet/
Yea what...winner winner chicken dinner/
Everybody gotta eat watch this nigga get bigger/
And i keep allot a heat I'm even hot in the winter/
I be burning up the trees forest fires in December/
Yeah and i can't sell no pot because its my medicine/
But I do get rid of The Rock till its gone like wrestling/
No talking on the phone no texting or no messaging/
Unless I'm talking to some bitches then I'm in em like estrogen/
Yea... I'm a womanizer I'm mischievous/
How can I have your back if you front like you don't need us?/
Leopard's can't change there spots and neither can cheatahs/
But its hard to digest the truth when that chick say "Feedus"/
[Chorus 2]
[Verse 2: A-Rod Ricky Roy]
Now, lets get on to the next verse/
I agree with wayne i dont shoot back bacause i shoot first/
And second, and third, because all my rifles got burst/
Holy swiss cheese a nigga if you scared go to church/
Yeah... What!!!...you know i keep alota guns/
And i dont run outta bullets im playin contra better run/
And i dont be playing games unless its buttons for my thumbs/
And be making change like arcades so its fun/
Yeah what... im so high i get the top scores/
I only want the best you wouldn't believe what it goes for/
I'm allergic to the stress and bad weed make my head sore/
And im a never rest theres just one thing i need a bed for/
Plenty of time to sleep when you die/
Start the day blowin haze with visene for my eyes/
Everyday is like a maze with some cheese somewhere inside/
Find a way to get you paid without ratting on the side/
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: A-Rod Ricky Roy]
I ain't in the building I ain't on the list of guest name/
Underground in the basement making moves like a chess game/
Patient till i make it surprise attack like chest pains/
Cutting hearts apart so watch out for the wet stains/
Yea.. see im the man in command/
More like the architect yeah I'm the man making plans/
I ain't hit the market yet but I'm the man in demand/
My profit margin net will be the best in the land/
Oops im sorry i get too busy talking business/
Wide AWAKE you can WATCH me from your TOWER be a WITNESS/
To my fate and my cup runneth over drinking Guinness/
If you here when i finish call a cab to come get us/
Under the influence blowin skunk/
And im a bad influence designated drivers drunk/
Ill get the chick in the pumps you get the one with the blunt/
If there's no room for her in front then make her sit in the trunk/
My life's busy on the grind I can't sit still/
Im on the move all the time like a windmill/
I got a blunt filled yea blowing big kill/
I can't front you i ain't nothing like a windshield/
My life's busy on the grind I can't sit still/
Im on the move all the time like a windmill/
I got a blunt filled yea blowing big kill/
I can't front you i ain't nothing like a windshield/
[Verse 1: A-Rod Ricky Roy]
If life is a beach then every beach can get wet/
And i love to see the waves when everybody just met/
You can see the son shine... my momma raised the best/
Did it against all odds so I had to raise the bet/
Yea what...winner winner chicken dinner/
Everybody gotta eat watch this nigga get bigger/
And i keep allot a heat I'm even hot in the winter/
I be burning up the trees forest fires in December/
Yeah and i can't sell no pot because its my medicine/
But I do get rid of The Rock till its gone like wrestling/
No talking on the phone no texting or no messaging/
Unless I'm talking to some bitches then I'm in em like estrogen/
Yea... I'm a womanizer I'm mischievous/
How can I have your back if you front like you don't need us?/
Leopard's can't change there spots and neither can cheatahs/
But its hard to digest the truth when that chick say "Feedus"/
[Chorus 2]
[Verse 2: A-Rod Ricky Roy]
Now, lets get on to the next verse/
I agree with wayne i dont shoot back bacause i shoot first/
And second, and third, because all my rifles got burst/
Holy swiss cheese a nigga if you scared go to church/
Yeah... What!!!...you know i keep alota guns/
And i dont run outta bullets im playin contra better run/
And i dont be playing games unless its buttons for my thumbs/
And be making change like arcades so its fun/
Yeah what... im so high i get the top scores/
I only want the best you wouldn't believe what it goes for/
I'm allergic to the stress and bad weed make my head sore/
And im a never rest theres just one thing i need a bed for/
Plenty of time to sleep when you die/
Start the day blowin haze with visene for my eyes/
Everyday is like a maze with some cheese somewhere inside/
Find a way to get you paid without ratting on the side/
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: A-Rod Ricky Roy]
I ain't in the building I ain't on the list of guest name/
Underground in the basement making moves like a chess game/
Patient till i make it surprise attack like chest pains/
Cutting hearts apart so watch out for the wet stains/
Yea.. see im the man in command/
More like the architect yeah I'm the man making plans/
I ain't hit the market yet but I'm the man in demand/
My profit margin net will be the best in the land/
Oops im sorry i get too busy talking business/
Wide AWAKE you can WATCH me from your TOWER be a WITNESS/
To my fate and my cup runneth over drinking Guinness/
If you here when i finish call a cab to come get us/
Under the influence blowin skunk/
And im a bad influence designated drivers drunk/
Ill get the chick in the pumps you get the one with the blunt/
If there's no room for her in front then make her sit in the trunk/