[Intro: Mawali]
Listen in, Rowdy Rathi’s, who the f**k I’m chillin’ with
Picture it, baller s**t plus flows that murk, we killin’ it
Richer quick, never fallin’ off so we be milkin’ it
Kickin’ it, withcha girl so my d***s what she lickin’ is
Fishin b***h, likes and compliments got you fishin’ b***h
Finish it, if you start the team boy we come finish it
This that bomb s**t, not that calm s**t, gotta messiah complex
So come and read these m***********g scriptures b***h!
[Hook: Guapo]
Look at my eyes
I’m stuck in the grind
Ain’t done no crime
It feels like I’m dying
We starting to shine
I know it’s our time
Im working all night
I see past the light
Vision clear like skies
Look at my eyes
I’m tired like mike
Bars drop on the mic
We in the zone, don’t twist it up
Grind every hour, don’t mix it up
Drink it straight, don’t mess it up
Summer time with the bros
Ain’t no time for these hoes
Summer times in the Rolls, yeah
Get that money then we go, yeah
Get that money then we go, yeah!
[Verse 1: Mulyavaan]
Mulyavaan on the hook (Check it)
Doubled up with the verse (Yeah)
When I spilt that flame (fire)
You go back in reverse yeah (Back it up)
Looking back at the days (Yeah)
Makes me feel like I’m dazed (Ooo!)
Trying to make it up everyday (Yeah)
But we grinding like Mary J (Grind!)
New money new goals (Bring it!)
New year with the flow (Yeah)
New music with bros (Ooo!)
Ain’t stopping till we roll (Stoppin’)
3 years and it’s on (Bring it up!)
Mapping the world and we gone (Yeah)
Auckland Sydney we mobbin’ (Mob!)
Cross the ocean we back in yeah!
Check this story out
18 I was out
Don’t feel sorry, nah!
I’m a warrior
Wake up at the dawn
Don’t stop till we gone
No fakes in the game
Straight up with the name
Had to keep it set
Had to be a saint
Did I have a choice
Did I have a plate
Everybody postin’
About the s**t they hate
Postin about the life
They just living lies
Talkin’ about my fate
You ain’t gotta say
You ain’t gotta weigh it
Truth is what I say
Grinding all my life
Nipsey said it right
You know what I mean
We ain’t gotta fight
7 days like the waves
It’s a hobby we made
Let me teach you a lesson before
We all fade away, gone!
[Verse 2: YAN$]
Yeah!
Stay on my grind that’s mandatory
Get a taste of my d**k when you kiss your shorty
Rolling that loud like we in a band
You don’t understand, I’m Rick, you Morty
I’m playoff lebron, I’m dropping 40
Move in silence, educated by weezy
Handle my business that’s all I know
Ain’t taking no calls I’m busy h*e!
I’d call up my girl if I wanted a convo
Stay on that grind, stay on that grind
I don’t own a clock, give a f**k bout the time
Look at my face and read my lips dog
F****g with me make me load up the clips
Got your wife down on her knees
She praying to me, take this blessing for free
Don’t pay attention to the op just do me
Grind overtime like I’m 2010 Kobe!
[Verse 3: Guapo]
Nai nai nai nai, never ever do we quit
Fye fye fye fye is the only thing we spit
Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss my ass, you don’t like it
Miss miss miss miss miss me with all that b******t
Plus full clip, rhymes packed with heat like a full clip
I do this, I push it, I get to the good s**t
You hooked in, straight shookness
Take a seat b***h pull it you should sit
We on on on our grind till these goods shipped!
[Hook: Mulyavaan]
Look at my eyes
We stuck in the grind
Ain’t done no crime
It feels like I’m dying
We starting to shine
Know it’s our time
We working all night
See past the light
Vision clear like the sky
Look at my eyes
Tired like mike
Bars drop on the mic
We in the zone
Don’t twist it up
Grind every hour
Don’t mix it up
Drinking straight
Don’t mess it up
Summertime with bros
Ain’t no time for these hoes
Summertime in the Rolls
Get that money then we go, yeah
Get that money and we gone!
[Outro: Mawali]
Listen in, Rowdy Rathis, who the f**k I’m chillin’ with…
Writing credits
Verses: Mulyavaan, Guapo, YAN$
Hook: Mulyavaan