[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah, cut the mic up, cut the lights down

Nah, cut the lights on and cut the safe on

[Chorus]

I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit (It's Grind Hard with me, homie)

'Cause if I didn't grind hard, then I wouldn't have shit (You got a problem with that, it's fuck you)

God come first, family come second (And I really don't mean that like it sound 'cause it's fuck you for life)

The money come third, you know what I'm reppin' (Burn One, Burn One)

[Verse 1]

Stay shinin', what make you think you can take mine?

Some of my homies doin' fed and state time

And we all think alike like grеat minds

Banana clip, you can hear that through the grape vinе (Fah-fah-fah)

Big-boy ice, nothin' like your fake shine

'Cause your cheap-ass jeweler ain't make mine

I'm hollerin', "Bitch, I got a plug," and I ain't lyin' (Bitch, I got a plug)

My partners rich off sellin' drugs, crossin' state lines

In the meantime, got a mean timepiece

Thousand-dollar Louis V, out-of-town sneaks (Oh)

Hit the club and the DJ announce me (Lito)

Big bankroll, but don't pull 'em out around freaks (What?)

Put it down from ATL to South Beach

Cashville, 23, ask about me

The K-I-N, what is it without a G?

I grind hard, so divide me

[Chorus]

I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit (Grind Hard)

'Cause if I didn't grind hard, then I wouldn't have shit (I grind hard)

God come first (Yeah), family come second (Yeah)

The money come third, you know what I'm reppin' (Grind hard, motherfucker, grind hard)

I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit

'Cause if I didn't grind hard (Yeah), I wouldn't have shit

God come first (Yeah), family come second (That's right)

The money come third (Uh), you know what I'm reppin'

[Verse 2]

Grind hard, motherfucker, grind hard

I was tryna come up like fuck buyin' a car (Rrt)

And when I got some money, I got what I wanted

Next thing you know, I was addicted to stuntin', damn

Still remember my first lick, it was about three stacks

Lost that shit the next night, then I got it right back

Pick it up, drop it off, I'ma be right back

Pockets on swole, yeah, I might need an icepack (I do it)

Hah, freezer burn on my abs (Oh)

Grind Hard piece ran me 'bout a slab ('Bout a slab)

Grind for whatever my family gotta have

Case you don't understand why I'm standing on the ave

With a bomb and a strap

Not a terrorist, but I'm armed 'cause they jack

Back when my studio time was sixty-five dollars an hour and Lischey sponsored that

[Chorus]

I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit (Grind hard, motherfucker, grind hard)

'Cause if I didn't grind hard, then I wouldn't have shit

God come first, family come second (Man, y'all don't, y'all don't, y'all don't understand me)

The money come third, you know what I'm reppin'

I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit (Picture me, youngin)

'Cause if I didn't grind hard, then I wouldn't have shit

God come first, family come second (Bettin' it all on himself, this shit here)

The money come third, you know what I'm reppin'

[Outro]

I was the distribution

We was the budget

I came into this shit in the old model, wasn't no 360, we was the 360 deal

Nigga

Off that motherfuckin' block

I ain't never, I ain't never

Understand this shit far enough to, to know I was gon' ever be on the radio

I knew I had my niggas, though, and we was gon' grind this shit out