Out the Grind ft. Treys Up Lyrics

I been through shit, the color purple, all I know is fighting

Still I shine like the horizon, rising up despite it

I pulled over just to grab the Undercrown and light it

Normal day, it's just not another nigga out there like me

So don't take me lightly, I'm worth the celebration

All my niggas hype me, a Cristal occasion

Babe I can leave with you, but bitch it's up to you

Go get yourself together and go tell your friend she riding too

Hustle 24/7 the cash came fast

So when I get home, give my queen a Champagne bath

God damn, it feel great to be the nigga, slim

To see me shine when there moments had my future dim

So bring it on nigga, this that boss rap

Maybach chauffeur, close the curtain, Ricky Ross rap

I had to lay her down, her crown is on my lap

Liga Privada, olde fashion, sipping on a double gnac

Shit clear now

Dreaming bout this money, shit I care about

Any nigga try to harm me, play, or snake me out

Must do so with the knowledge I might fuck around and clear it out

No I ain't Diddy

Trynna make a band

Handful of shooters got em on demand

Status symbol

They can't say I ain't the man

I been grinding

This was all part of the plan

She rubbing on my shoulders, the tension over surfaced

Cause niggas steady lurkin' had the youngin' close my curtains

Son of a bastard, but that's just how my mother birthed me

It's not a single hex placed on me that could ever curse me

Good come to those who wait from the scraps from the hustlers

All that shit that came my way fire back like a muffler

At the roundtable full of crackers, closing out discussions

40 acres in the hole and hell no, I ain't give em nothing

My brother got my back I ever stumble

Strong enough to finish races that I started running

Slap a nigga in his face if he dare to rebuttal

The only thing I fear in life is resting in comfort

No days off, I beat the sun, I'm feeling Joseph Jackson

You rappers is my son, I fathered all you niggas talent

Lay on my chest, she feel my heartbeat rumble with passion

She peck my chin and journey down before she give me action

Shit clear now

Dreaming bout this money, shit I care about

Any nigga try to harm me, play, or snake me out

Must do so with the knowledge I might fuck around and clear it out

No I ain't Diddy

Trynna make A band

Handful of shooters got em on demand

Status symbol

They can't say I ain't the man

I been grinding

This was all part of the plan

Imagine being so miserable that you grow to hate me

All you niggas with no passion, you just motivate me

Niggas bitter bitches- stuck in they unhappy place

Been a victim too but who gives a fuck cause still, I'm great

Manifesting like a Bezel, I don't own it yet

You in my presence, not my level, you ain't on it yet

To get here you gotta run your race and clear your debt

Rid yourself of doubt and conquer feats and fears that you neglect

I'm closest thing to God, but I'm far from perfect

I can't control the future just know you won't outwork me

Some niggas want they shine, but run away from work

But the diamond only shine if you pull it from the dirt

I came up from the ashes, Footz lit me like a phoenix

I know my future's bright, he told me that he seen it

Rather wander life trynna figure out the meaning

When I can grind for 3 summers and witness all I'm dreaming

Shit clear now

Dreaming bout this money, shit I care about

Any nigga try to harm me, play, or snake me out

Must do so with the knowledge I might fuck around and clear it out

No I ain't Diddy

Trynna make A band

Handful of shooters got em on demand

Status symbol

They can't say I ain't the man

I been grinding

This was all part of the plan