[Verse 1]

Hola, I gotta bowl-a

Chips, rum, and cola

Remote controller sitting on a sofa watching Oprah

Talking to 'Hova

Talking 'bout hip-hop

Talking to corner

Talking how he made his money but he had to kick rocks

Overcame the obstacles

All the gossip possible

Overcame the people that told him it was impossible

I just want to do it too and I got less to worry 'bout

We about to get it in, if you ain't with it, hurry out!

Yeah, yeah, It's show time, no Apollo

Geez, just follow me, this ain't Halloween

Take the mask off fake ass half-off rappers

Talk shit, act hard, back off after

The bandwagon's filling up, back off faster

These days I got my twenty-twenty on

You be talking plenty shit but only when the Henney's gone

I fly above it, matter fact I fuggin' love it

Get your money's worth and then I probably see you out in public

(Get your money's worth and then I probably see you out in public)

Rocking at my shows

You say that you don't like the music, you just like the hoes

I bet you like the mirror then, you getting kinda close

Ha-ha, you bitch-ass

Worst thing I ever did is ditch class

And I still get the bad broads that want the bad boys

I'm in the venue and I'm making mad noise

Get on my damn level, less trouble, give me bass

Got the best show on earth so I'm yelling: "Give me space"

[Chorus]

It's a lotta rappers talking how they won't shine

I'm the only one doin' it and so they want mine

What's a boy to do? Keep grinding!

Pedal to the metal, tell that boy to keep grinding

Grinding, tell that boy keep grinding

Pedal to the metal, tell that boy to keep grinding

Grinding, tell that boy keep grinding

Pedal to the metal, tell that boy

[Verse 2]

Same old, same old, it's no problemo

I'm hot and I'm faded, I'm flamethrowed

You stay current, I change flow

Wait for them and then I may go

Off the handle get to ripping this shit and changing it into this angle

We the shit, what's the smell?

Man they want it, I can tell

They say don't give shit away for free

But I'ma do it, what the hell?

Power to the people, Moe

I gotta tell it how it is so the people know

Yeah, yeah, this is my shit

I don't want some crowd, man, I want a mosh pit

I know it's The Sunroom but I'm still going

So what if I'm the underdog, man, I'm still gon' win

You might not know but it's my time

I give you hot rhymes 'n' hot lines

I kill beats and kill mics without trying

Say something, I don't hear it though

Closer than my dreams but I still ain't near it though

So I work harder than the competition, here we go!

(Work harder than the competition, here we go!)

Off to the races, I'm on my shake and bake

Ricky Bobby on them choes, gas in the tank

And I'm on fire, nobody as hot as me

Projecting first overall in the lottery

But I stay cool

The only way they call me a bus is when I take them to school

So no darcos

Non-stop shots 'til the bar close

For the crew that'll never leave my side like cargos

I'm gone

[Chorus]

It's a lotta rappers talking how they won't shine

I'm the only one doin' it and so they want mine

What's a boy to do? Keep grinding!

Pedal to the metal, tell that boy to keep grinding

Grinding, tell that boy keep grinding

Pedal to the metal, tell that boy to keep grinding

Grinding, tell that boy keep grinding

Pedal to the metal, tell that boy