Man, I make a buck, why scram?
I'm Grinding
(I'm yo' Pusha)
Platinum on the block with consistent hits
(Ahhh)
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
(Ahhh)
And disguised in this rap so the Feds back up
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
On or off the track, I'm heavy 'cuz
(Ahhh)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a linin'
(Whooof)
As if I was Slick Rick my aim is still an issue
Niggas better stay in line, when
I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard
Grindin'!
Only big boys keep deuces on the ride
Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit
Grindin'!
(Whooof)
Grindin'!
(Grinding!)
Kids call me Mr. Sniffles, other hand on my nickel
The jewels is flirting me, damned if I'm hurting
(Whooof)
Even Eleven-5, if I see ya keep it comin'
Watch it, like my whip, like my chick, topless
Sorry my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes
Of Pharrell from the Neptunes
Filthy, the word that best defines me
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
(Whooof)
Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland
My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame
(Whooof)
(Ahhh)
Benz convoys with the wagon on the side
Grindin'!
(Grinding!)
Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a linin'
(Whooof)
Grindin'!
Grindin'!
(Ahhh)
(Whooof)
(Ahhh)
And you can tell by how my bread stack up
Balance weight through the hood
Grindin'!
Cocky, something that I just can't help
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake
Niggas better stay in line, when
One'll leave you frozen, the other, noddin' and dozin'
Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face
(Ahhh)
(Ahhh)
Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself
I'm the neighborhood Pusha
Grindin' cousin, I got hoes for a dozen
Grindin'!
Grindin', when you know what I keep in a linin'
Niggas better stay in line, when
That they've never felt before, c'mon
I'm just grinding man, y'all never mind me
From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard
(Grinding!)
And I just wanna let y'all know
So much dough, I can't swear I won't change
Lose your soul in whichever palm I'm holdin'
(Ahhh)
The world is about to feel
(Ahhh)
I'm grindin' Jack
'Specially when them 20's is spinning like windmills
I bake them cakes as fast as I can
(I'm yo' Pusha)
Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack
Grindin'!
(Whooof)
Anything less is just a goddamn shame
(Ahhh)
When you see a nigga like me shinin'
Grindin'!
While Pharrell keep talking this music shit
And the ice 32 below minus the wind chill
(Ahhh)
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man
Grindin'!
Grindin'!
Grindin'!
I move 'caine like a cripple
Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake
(Ahhh)
And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name
Plated whistle, one eye closed I'll hit you
(Ahhh)
Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side
Grindin'!
Something
From days I wasn't able there was always caine
Four and a half will get you in the game
Ball 'til you fall 'cause you could duck to the fetti govs
Grindin', when you know what I keep in a linin'
(Ahhh)
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way
Niggas better stay in line, when
Grindin'!
I'm trying to show y'all who the fuck I am
