Testo Grind Time

Grind time, I'm tryna get it, the summer comin' up
Niggas hatin', holdin' nuts, I tried to show 'em love
Baby Gangsta called to check on me, that's like my real blood
I'm rich for real, and he ain't ask for nothin', and I owe him a dub
You done turned a band into like seventy grand, you really hustlin'
Oh, you want the Wham? Just hit Lil Dann, you know we really cousins
I been goin' to jail since I was twelve, you know it's really fuck 12
All I need a phone and me a Glock, I can make anything sell Cradle to the grave, me and my niggas, I know they never gon' tell
Brodie got a bond for six million, well, he 'bout to make bail
Really had to box niggas, shot niggas, I done made it through hell
I'm from where ain't nowhere to go, but we out here sellin' yayo
In the class at Harvard, when I'm done, I'm going to enroll at Yale
Tighten up my brand on these niggas, I'm really smart, for real
I do what I want when I want to like I ain't got a deal
They want me to drop a new album, like come with twenty million
These niggas imposters, they copy me I'm the real, real one
Think these niggas came out my nuts or something that's my lil', lil' one
'Posed to be somewhere probably stuck or something, boy, I know I'm lucky
Went from watching niggas like El Chapo, now it's Warren Buffett

Yeah, we was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'
I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from hustlin' We was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'
I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from hu—
We was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'
I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from—
We was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'
I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from hustlin'

Real trap, anything that's under the sun gets sold like Devin Booker
M-I-A with a NBA nigga bitch, I'm lit as Jimmy Butler
I will not get him no lawyer, he ain't kept it solid, that go for any brother
Got smoked across the street, shit got too deep, we steppin' on each other
I ain't even call back, she ain't even all that
Left her with her clothes off right at the Four Seasons, then I fall back
Lil' bitty ass nigga hatin', that shit don't get to me, lil' bro
Got more kicks than UFC, we done made history off a 'bow
Been 4 Pockets, Can't Be Fucked With, our team
Maybach, TrackHawk, Demon, Redeye, Visine
Chrome Hearts, Marni, Virgil, Louis, got them
And he got VVSs with them lab diamonds, he got scammed
I done spent this shit in a day, what you got in your life savings
You made a loaf off sellin' coke, this shit here tan as a white lady
They used to be, ten years from now, we still gon' ball like a white baby
If I ain't make it, take me to the bricks, I'm going back to the basics

Yeah, we was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'
I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from hustlin'
We was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'
I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from hu—
We was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'
I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from—
We was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'
I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from hustlin'