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