[Intro]
Yea,Yup

[Hook]
And i tell em ,If i don't grind then i don't eat
If i don't shine then i don't sleep
Coffee keep me up I gotta chase the cream
Fuck fame, I gotta feed the team
Imma get it till the death of me
Imma get it till the death of me
Imma get it till the death of me
Fuck fame, I gotta feed the team

[Verse 1]
I come straight from the gutta
Shout out to my my mother
My sisters my brothers
Love em like no other
Told em if I don't grind then i don't eat
If I don't shine then i don't sleep
Them days when I struggled
Had no money, had nothing to eat
I'm like kanye talking through the wire
Weak rappers should retire
Gotta grip on the game like some pliers
I keep applying
And this shit ain't just rhyming
Gotta put the time in
Get in the booth and spit some facts
If I'm lying I'm dying
I speak real shit when i spit
I'm tryna go legit
I ain't worried bout shit
N***a no time for no bitch
Cause I chase money don't chase hoes
I fuck once then change clothes
I only fuck with a few n***as
I guess that's how the game goes
[Hook]

[Verse2]
At the top it's just me
That's all I really need
Die hard chasing the paper
Just to put on for the team[Holdup]
Young n***a tryna live the dream
Tryna get the doe
Tryna get the money in between
Gotta put us on the map
Imma grind hard n***a fuck you mean
If you ain't rockin with the kid,then fuck you
If you ain't no day one n***a
I can trust you
May all my haters rest in peace
I still love you
Shout out to all them girls that fuck me over
Now its fuck you,yea fuck you[uh]
I'm shitting on the game
Like two girls and one cup
You never worked that hard
My n***a you just lucked up
I'm putting in this work
Family on my back
Pointing me in the direction,Tryna keep me on track[Yup]
[Hook]