Grind & Pray (extended) Songtext
von August Alsina

As I lay me down to sleep
I pray to lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray to lord my soul to take

My cup full, I′m laid back, I'm bout mine, you know that
I′m rag racin', zoom zoom, in a rush to get all that
Cross my heart, I die hard, come through your hood, in all black
If you real, you'd recognize

All I do is grind, and pray
Riding through the streets all day
I′m juuuuuust (gettin′ to this money, gettin'-gettin′ to this money)
(Gettin' to this money, gettin′-gettin' to this money)


My mama callin′ on my line
Ain't talked in a couple days
Cause I got a lot on my mind
Tryna flip this up a couple ways

Everyday, I'm on it
365 I′m grindin′, prayin', yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...)

I gotta get this money
Make this money, make this money on you
(You, you, you you you...)
I gotta get this money
Make this money, make this money on you
I′mma keep grindin', grindin′
I'mma keep griiiiindin′