The Grinder

Uh, rolling up the grass, living badder than them niggas that I used to look up to

I could show you why they come up

Yeah, I came up from the gutter to a condo out in Hollywood

Where the weather’s good and the parties always popping up

Or somebody who dropping off some trees

That mean I got enough to go around everything for the free

So you ain’t gotta smoke on me and my homies

Down to go there any one time and get this paper

I swear ain’t nobody doing me no favors

Twistin’ up the medicine, shittin’ on my competition

Easy part’s forgetting, but the hardest part’s to try forgiving

Niggers for mistaking me, or thinking I’s the one to wait

They thought cause I was young that I’ll be dumb

But nigga, what you made’s a photographic memory

Now look at my wife, she got a pornographic figure

And my autograph is bigger to your nieces and your nephews than yours ever was

Not to mention your niggas

You caught a rappin’ Taylor Gang with us

I see TMZ cameras, paparazzi takin’ pictures

I spoke up with Jack and asked him if he wanna take one with us

Made man, ain’t nobody nig a nigga

Tried to book a flight to Vegas, tried to take ‘em with us

You niggers do small dog. Me, I’m thinking bigger

Critics call me on how I’m smoking weed and drinking liquor

Or how I was nominated, but not the winner

But you should start counting about my Grammy this year

Yeah nigga, I’m up in the air, nigga

And the shit that I got all cost some money to wear, nigga

On the reant a team, I ain’t even a player, nigger

Four hours up, niggers ain’t caring

Now it’s getting’ dark for you nigga, shit ain’t even fair nigga

Blowing hell a the day got me so much I think it’s growin’ out my hair

The weed is in the joint, the grinder’s over there