Uh, 23 20/23 shit, yeah Hit-Boy, Big Hit What you been doin´ your whole life?
Grindin´ What you been doin´ your whole life? Shinin´ Now what we doin´ in this life? Climbin´ Bussin´ down these diamonds, everything is timin´ What you been doin´ your whole life? Grindin´ What you been doin´ your whole life? Survivin´ Now what we doin´ in this life? Bondin´
No more tears in silence, no strugglin´, no strivin´ No more police sirens You was addicted to runnin´ the streets and I was addicted to beats
I played for the Pony´s in Pasadena and you wasn´t there to lace up my cleats Keep it a bean, that fucked me up But I kept it gangsta, that run in my blood We stay buttin´ heads but nigga it´s love You more than my son, now lets run it up Grindin´, grindin´, grindin´
I´m the General on the streets, I´m the General on these beats So generally, it´s in our DNA we both a beast On the B, I got the P´s of the trees, brystal, clean Hit-Boy new shit hit like Tank Davis sparrin´ in the ring I been grindin´ my whole life, I had to go and get it
You know I´m with it, from the streets to the Pen, I´m with the business I´m the new black Super-Hero, fuck crime, I´m goin´ legal Flood the system´s so lethal, Pharaoh, release my people Fuck Congress, these police and these lawyers worse than convicts Music industry Exec´s robbin´ all us for the profit I´ve been thuggin´ through a lot I ain´t bloodin´ but I got a lot of B´s on my desktop We sewin´ it up like Suge and ´Pac Can´t stop, won´t stop, Pasadena tip-top Feel like Nelson Mandela, Marcus Garvey on the block I´ve been grindin´ my whole life, you know G´s Don´t Cry
Ain´t no tears in my eyes, but the pain still inside
What you been doin´ your whole life? Grindin´ What you been doin´ your whole life? Grindin´ (Ding)
Calm down pops, just put down the Glocks You fresh out the box, kick back, take a shot
It´s aight you home now, I´ma get you right Take this low-low, take this bike, it´s some money, it´s some ice Fuck a nigga thought? Check out the blood walk Bout to outline the whole fuckin´ industry in chalk All the talk irrelevant, it´s no coincidence Every beat is a hit and all I spit is hard shit I´m so with it, them Pasadena blocks, I´m representin´ Fuck with lil´ Hit, I´ll gladly pay you a visit Here go a booth, here go a mic, you know HB got it tight Now go ahead and tell the world how you fought for your life Tell it all, how I was hidin´ weed in my drawers You was tellin´ me to stash it in the bathroom stalls
On the visit you was flippin´, callin´ all the police bitches Made ´em terminate the visit, kicked us out in thirty minutes What you know about speakin´ codes all in the phone? Tryna tell your little child how to stuff the balloons Lil´ dude paranoid walkin´ past the guards So I embrace him harder, whisper: ´´That´s my boy´´ Tell him go and grab some chips, some sodas and some cards After I swallow everything, I bail back to the yard