I'm out here gri—(hey, hey!)
You ain't never heard nothin' like this
Let me work, show me where the mic is
I'm on stage, black shirt, in my Timbs
You know how I do it,
I ain't playin' with you, I've been grindin'
Anybody tryna sleep on me
better do somethin' with your eyelids
I hear a lot of whinin',
but I don’t hear a lot of rhymin', woo!
Everybody got opinions,
let it go into my ear and then I block that
Put me on stage, I'ma rock that
Sayin' you the best? Stop that
Phony, I am not that, yeah
What are y'all doin' out here?
What are y'all doin' out here?
Maybe you should spend a little less time
with the women in your arms
and a little bit more with your career
I ain't saying I'm the best,
but I should be in the top ten;
give me a list of names, I'ma top them
I'm just playing with ya,
I don't care where the top is
Leave me at the bottom, let me work for it
You ain't never gonna find another
rapper in the game
and tell me that he works more
Tell me that he works more, nah!
You might see me with my hoodie up,
I ain't leaving 'til I finish
This industry ain't nothing but a box,
but I ain't gon' climb in it
You put me inside a room full of rappers,
come back in five minutes
I'ma be the only one still alive,
with a note on my chest saying that I did it!
You do it for fame, we are way different
Y'all are looking weak,
we ain't cooking in the same kitchen
Everybody got a shirt with a stain in it
Some of us'll never wear it out though,
lemme get it!
I guess I don't understand
This wasn't part of my plan
Some of these people, they're thinking
'cause they heard the name
that they really know who I am
Bring the beat down!
I got no time for these Hollywood people,
I'd rather give time to my fans
You'd rather chill with these women
that like you for money
But I'd rather chill with my fam, yeah
I'm out here grindin'
I'm out here grindin'
Yeah, I see the mic but you looking like a pilot
What's the point of a plane
(all I do is work, all I do is work)
Rise of the underdog, I don't like none of y'all
I'm not like one of y'all
I'm from the jungle, I run with the son of God
Yeah, what is you running for?
They should be running from me
Most of my family, we don't even speak
I'm getting married in 22 weeks
And they still haven't said "Hi"
or wanted to meet, huh?
I'm not the type to complain
If we don't get it, we try it again
And I'd die for the gang, Misfit my blood
They don't like us
and we question they mom like
"Why did... why did you allow your kid
to like bad music?"
Woo! Promise I do it (woo!)
I'm tryna give you my everything
I don't care what they are doing
I'm tryna do what they couldn't do
Laugh at the rappers you look up to
Don't waste time with the centerfolds (ay!)
I'm alive, it's a miracle (ooh)
Freestylin' since middle school (woo!)
I will battle the principal (woo!)
Wear all black like a funeral
I'm doing me, I don't live for you (ayy!)
Grindin'!
I'm out here grindin', (okay, okay, okay)
I'm out here grindin', (okay, okay, okay)
I'm out here grindin', (okay, okay, okay)
I'm out here grindin',
(all I do is work, all I do is work)
I'm out here grindin', (okay, okay, okay)
I'm out here grindin', (okay, okay, okay)
I'm out here grindin', (okay, okay, okay)
I'm out here grindin',
(all I do is work, all I do is work)
