[Verse 1: Red Tips]
Pride isn't hard work, came together (100graham)
And understatement just to say that I'm clickin'
Came a long way from where I used to be
Yeah, the time's changed, you can't call me no rookie
It's all in a flick of the wrist
The way I maneuver made them demons wanna play hookie
God is the Judge and the Jury
So I'm killin' demons 'cause I know that He ain't gon' book me
This out of hand like a pocket
If I'ma drip, I know that God is the faucet
I took off like Hailey, no comet
I had to stay patient and work through the vomit
I asked God for the keys, He told me to wait on His time
And I put my hand to the plow and started grindin'
He gave me the light and now you see me shinin'
He told me to go

[Pre-Chorus: Red Tips]
So I gotta move quick, fast
I got the riches straight up out of rags
I got the ditches when I hit the gas
I got the Spirit, stuntin' like my Dad
He told me that the first is gon' be last
I had to, huh, I had to clash
We came up out of the trenches
If it's fourth an' inches, I move, runnin', we ain't gon' pass
Wait, I think that God is on to somethin'
And He ain't keepin' it lowkey
[Chorus: Red Tips]
They say if you don't work, you don't eat
So if you know me, you know that I
Grind, hustle, work, yeah
Grind, hustle, work, yeah

[Verse 2: Aable]
Look, I'm convinced that I can make
One excuse every day, every year
Sound legit, sound sincere
Last I checked, God was near, all along it's laziness
It's probably fear or lack of the clarity
Devil here tryna turn my life to a parody
I combat with sincerity
And the goal is, me and God got similarities, ayy, yo
Red Tips, uh, tell 'em we dump wine in the bread dips
Uh, tell 'em He provide, uh
Tell 'em we don't lie when somebody ask why we have left this life
You gon' find me on the guest list, I'm chillin' in heaven's banquet
We found a treasure that you can't go to the bank with
Not about ourselves, it's other brothers we bank with
Should have been in hell, but God, He made an arrangement
We so zealous, faith-filled fellas
Not picture-perfect, but still we develop
If we don't know the weather, you ain't even gotta tell us
Whenever God rain, we don't need the umbrellas, uh
My God made a way when I missed it
Turned a rude boy to a saint and a misfit
I don't pack a pistol, but the present's in the click-click
And I think it's time to go, so I gotta move
[Pre-Chorus: Red Tips]
So I gotta move quick, fast
I got the riches straight up out of rags
I got the ditches when I hit the gas
I got the Spirit, stuntin' like my Dad
He told me that the first is gon' be last
I had to, huh, I had to clash
We came up out of the trenches
If it's forty niches, I move, runnin', we ain't gon' pass
Wait, I think that God is on to somethin'
And He ain't keepin' it lowkey

[Chorus: Red Tips]
They say if you don't work, you don't eat
So if you know me, you know that I
Grind, hustle, work, yeah
Grind, hustle, work, yeah