Grindin’ - Intellectual

[Intro: NF]

Oh, yeah (Oh, yeah!)

Just let me work, no, just let me work, no

I'm out here, grindin'

Yeah, I'm out here, grindin' (Woo!)

I told 'em (Oh yeah!) that I'm out here, grindin'

I'm out here, gri—(Hey, hey!)

[Verse 1: NF]

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 sayin' 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 playin' 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 leavin' 'til I finish

This industry ain't nothin' 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 sayin' that I did it!

You do it for fame, we are way different

Y'all are looking weak, we ain't cookin' in the same kitchen

Everybody got a shirt with a stain in it

Some of us'll never wear it out though, let me get it!

I guess, I don't understand, this wasn't part of my plan

Some of these people, they're thinkin', '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'

Yeah, I see the mic, but you lookin' like a pilot

What's the point of a plane, if you don't know how to fly it?

Yeah!

[Chorus: NF]

I'm out here grindin', okay, okay, okay

I'm out here grindin', all I do is work, all I do is work

[Verse 2: Marty]

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 runnin' for? They should be runnin' from me

Most of my family, we don't even speak, I'm gettin' 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 doin'

I'm tryna do what they couldn't do

Laugh at the rappers, you look up to

Don't waste time with the centerfolds (Ayy!)

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 doin' me, I don't live for you (Ayy!)

Grindin'!

[Chorus: NF & Marty]

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', all I do is work, all I do is work

I'm grindin'

[Outro: NF]

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah

I'm out here, I'm out here grindin'

All I-all I-all I do is work

All I-all I-all I do is grind (Woo!)