[Intro: Jimmie Hoffa]
It's your girlfriend's favorite DJ, DJ CapCom
Straight strong-armin' you wack-ass DJs (It's Jimmie Hoffa)
This one's for the struggle
This one's for the hustlers

[Pre-Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa]
I like my Hennessy straight, baby, without no chaser (And?)
Got no time for love, 'cause I'm in love with this paper
So go 'head, leave, I'll be right here when you wake up
Still hustlin' every single bit of that cake up

[Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa]
'Cause I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind
Because I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind
Because I'm on my—

[Verse 1: Jimmie Hoffa]
Yeah, I struggled a lot (Yeah), so I'm puffin' on pot
And inhalin' the smoke, and not carin' at all (See)
I got problems, but a bitch ain't one ('Causе)
If she's in love with me, thеn the bitch ain't dumb (Ha)
'Cause I never had an ex that I ain't made cum
Just like I never had a slut that I kissed with tongue
See, there's rules to the G code (And?), and every G knows
You treat a ride-or-die different than your ski ho (Yes)
So I got three hoes that give me deep throat
And then they leave 'til the next time I creep though (Wow)
I got a mean flow, and way too much ambition (Plus)
Marine's instinct, and hustler's intuition (Continue)
I got a fighter's heart (And?), and a killer's vision (What else?)
And a soldier's pride (And?), and a teacher's wisdom
And a legend's mind, and nothin' else is missin' (Except?)
Except for open ears, I like when people listen
[Pre-Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa & Mac Miller]
I like my Hennessy straight, baby, without no chaser (And?)
Got no time for love, 'cause I'm in love with this paper (Yo, Jimmie)
So go 'head, leave, I'll be right here when you wake up (You crazy, boy)
Still hustlin' every single bit of that cake up

[Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa, Mac Miller, Jimmie Hoffa & Mac Miller]
'Cause I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind (I feel you, man)
Because I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind (The boy Mac Miller)
Because I'm on my— (Uh; DJ CapCom)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
I'm on my grind, and you never see me take a rest
So a hater's best bet is to save your breath (Chyeah)
And when nothin' seem right, I'ma take a left
Workin', movin', makin', checks, grindin' for this paper fest (Yeah)
So roll the time, (The) time, (The) time
I'm on my grind, (My) grind, (My) grind (Uh-huh)
Never in recline ('Cline), it starts to hurt my spine (Spine)
But I know it takes some workin' for the shine (Uh-huh)
Everybody in my whole damn camp eatin'
Know we stay feastin' with our own hands, feedin' (Feedin')
Y'all ain't even cheatin', get up on our level (Haha)
Yeah, we got drive like the pedal to the metal (Vroom)
And y'all just neutral (Neutral), cruise control (Cruise control)
Same damn speed, movin' super slow (Haha, uh)
When I'm sleepin' in the studio, I'm goin' hard like the Steelers in the Super Bowl
I'm on my grind
[Pre-Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa]
I like my Hennessy straight, baby, without no chaser (And?)
Got no time for love, 'cause I'm in love with this paper
So go 'head, leave, I'll be right here when you wake up
Still hustlin' every single bit of that cake up

[Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa]
'Cause I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind
Because I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind
Because I'm on my— (DJ CapCom)