And it got me silly on a four -wheeler frontin'
for the bitches poppin' wheelies
Lifestyle wild, like Apocalypto
like I hit the pot with Crisco
but I be hidin' out the zip code
Hunters down in Magic City,
make them bitches get low
The roof open like the bots
like the wipers on the windshield
but they don't know how to gym drill
Kush got me hired and Vince
transform when I get the beat
Chop a lullaby, hate her,
you would think he went to sleep
Think I'm movin' too fast,
Keep a tool in the stash,
I ain't gettin' out the car
till he read me my rights
With a pocket full of money
while they do what they can
All we know is the grind,
NFL in the building and we
Said all we know is the grind,
NFL in the building and we
I'm your one hope, yo nigga is dumb broke
and you skip like jump rope
with a million on my mind
Got a million dollar plan,
got it with me all the time
All I know is go and get it,
for that mill I'm on my grind
Spilling white Zinfandel,
School a lot of niggas failed,
but nowadays they living well
Not the type to kiss and tell,
wish I could've went to Yale
But still I seen white boy
and white girl pitching well
Smoking on cooks from the west,
Quarterbacks try to get close,
My flow is like bull in a plane
Think I'm movin' too fast,
Keep a tool in the stash,
I ain't gettin' out the car
till he read me my rights
With a pocket full of money
while they do what they can
All we know is the grind,
NFL in the building and we
Said all we know is the grind,
NFL in the building and we starting some shit