The Grinder

Uh, rolling up the grass, living better than them n*ggas

That I used to look up to, I can show you how to come up

Yeah, I came up from the gutter to a condo out in Hollywood

Where the weather's good and the parties always popping up or

Somebody be dropping off some trees

I mean I got enough to go around everything for the free so you ain't gotta

Smoke with me and my homies down to go at any one town and get this paper

I swear ain't nobody do me no favours

Twisting up the medicine, sh*tting on my competition

Easy part's forgetting, but the hardest part's to try forgiving

N*ggas for mistaking me, or thinking I was the one to wait up on

Cause I was young thought I was dumb

N*gga, what you made's a photographic memory

Now look at my wife, she got a pornographic figure

And my autograph is bigger to your nieces and your nephews

Than yours ever was not to mention your n*ggas

You caught 'em repping Taylor Gang with us



I see TMZ cameras, paparazzi taking pictures

I spark up a J and ask 'em if they wanna take one with us

Made man, ain't nobody make a n*gga

'Bout to book a flight to Vegas, tryna take one with us

You n*ggas too small dawg, me I'm thinking bigger

Critics comment on how I'm smoking weed and drinking liquor

Or how I was nominated, but not the winner

But you should start counting up on how much I made this year



Yeah n*gga, I'm up in the air, n*gga

And the sh*t that I got on cost some money to wear, n*gga

Owner of the team, I ain't even a player, n*gga

Four hours up, n*ggas ain't caring now it's getting dark for you n*ggas

It ain't even fair, n*gga

Blowing hella dank, I mean so much I think it's growing out my hair

The weed is in the jar, the grinder is over there