| Grind or die, gri-grind or die | |
| Grind or die, gri-grind or die | |
| Grind or die, gri-grind or die | |
| Grind or die, gri-grind or die | |
| Who you know gonna come better than me | |
| Putting in work, while them birds still sleep | |
| Call me the best jumpman 23 | |
| Call the police ‘cause I’m murderin beats | |
| Nothing mediocre, teams always proper | |
| Something like the kush, burned it up | |
| Got the game on smash, hit em up with the hammer | |
| Have em all flabergassin, leavin with a stema | |
| Out of this world, right there at the party | |
| All up in the ears, I’m droppin this knowledge | |
| My buzz stay strong, yo buzz never started | |
| My albums are the shit your career never farted | |
| I was overseas making them millions | |
| From Belgium to Brickston, over to Japan | |
| International paper, getting paid again | |
| (Hook x2) | |
| It’s crunch time, my time, baby I’mma get it | |
| Heat it up, stir the pot, throw some Eve in it | |
| Cook it up, servin fiends just a lil bit | |
| Having my big plate, better believe it | |
| Tell them suckers go hard or go home | |
| No surprise, laying claim to the throne | |
| Time’s up, kingdom overthrown | |
| Make way, you catch a bat to the dome | |
| I could be sweet but my lyrics stay mean | |
| Bodying these hoes, yellow tape got the sin | |
| It is what it is, I’m a lyrical dream | |
| Show some respect and bow down to the queen | |
| I’m sittin pretty, hot cotour culture | |
| But don’t doubt me, I’m a pure bred hustler | |
| Everything I had to have I'm gonna get | |
| ‘Cause wasn’t nobody ever giving me shit | |
| (Hook x2) |
| Grind or die, grigrind or die | |
| Grind or die, grigrind or die | |
| Grind or die, grigrind or die | |
| Grind or die, grigrind or die | |
| Who you know gonna come better than me | |
| Putting in work, while them birds still sleep | |
| Call me the best jumpman 23 | |
| Call the police ' cause I' m murderin beats | |
| Nothing mediocre, teams always proper | |
| Something like the kush, burned it up | |
| Got the game on smash, hit em up with the hammer | |
| Have em all flabergassin, leavin with a stema | |
| Out of this world, right there at the party | |
| All up in the ears, I' m droppin this knowledge | |
| My buzz stay strong, yo buzz never started | |
| My albums are the shit your career never farted | |
| I was overseas making them millions | |
| From Belgium to Brickston, over to Japan | |
| International paper, getting paid again | |
| Hook x2 | |
| It' s crunch time, my time, baby I' mma get it | |
| Heat it up, stir the pot, throw some Eve in it | |
| Cook it up, servin fiends just a lil bit | |
| Having my big plate, better believe it | |
| Tell them suckers go hard or go home | |
| No surprise, laying claim to the throne | |
| Time' s up, kingdom overthrown | |
| Make way, you catch a bat to the dome | |
| I could be sweet but my lyrics stay mean | |
| Bodying these hoes, yellow tape got the sin | |
| It is what it is, I' m a lyrical dream | |
| Show some respect and bow down to the queen | |
| I' m sittin pretty, hot cotour culture | |
| But don' t doubt me, I' m a pure bred hustler | |
| Everything I had to have I' m gonna get | |
| ' Cause wasn' t nobody ever giving me shit | |
| Hook x2 |
| Grind or die, grigrind or die | |
| Grind or die, grigrind or die | |
| Grind or die, grigrind or die | |
| Grind or die, grigrind or die | |
| Who you know gonna come better than me | |
| Putting in work, while them birds still sleep | |
| Call me the best jumpman 23 | |
| Call the police ' cause I' m murderin beats | |
| Nothing mediocre, teams always proper | |
| Something like the kush, burned it up | |
| Got the game on smash, hit em up with the hammer | |
| Have em all flabergassin, leavin with a stema | |
| Out of this world, right there at the party | |
| All up in the ears, I' m droppin this knowledge | |
| My buzz stay strong, yo buzz never started | |
| My albums are the shit your career never farted | |
| I was overseas making them millions | |
| From Belgium to Brickston, over to Japan | |
| International paper, getting paid again | |
| Hook x2 | |
| It' s crunch time, my time, baby I' mma get it | |
| Heat it up, stir the pot, throw some Eve in it | |
| Cook it up, servin fiends just a lil bit | |
| Having my big plate, better believe it | |
| Tell them suckers go hard or go home | |
| No surprise, laying claim to the throne | |
| Time' s up, kingdom overthrown | |
| Make way, you catch a bat to the dome | |
| I could be sweet but my lyrics stay mean | |
| Bodying these hoes, yellow tape got the sin | |
| It is what it is, I' m a lyrical dream | |
| Show some respect and bow down to the queen | |
| I' m sittin pretty, hot cotour culture | |
| But don' t doubt me, I' m a pure bred hustler | |
| Everything I had to have I' m gonna get | |
| ' Cause wasn' t nobody ever giving me shit | |
| Hook x2 |
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