You know what it is, ****?

If you grind strong enough

If you grind long enough

If you grind hard enough

What, you know that I do what I do

The fuck I do, what?

Oh, Lord, I woke up this morning and started prayin'

And only **** feelin' my pain know what I'm sayin'

Dear Lord, street life ain't no game, know what I'm sayin'?

It's for my money, really, fuck the fame, and I ain't playin'

See, I passed the rock a couple of times, let me assist

****, me and y'all together, how the fuck we gon' miss?

****, all we worry about is how the fuck they gonna flip

'Cause when them drop things, I swear to God, they gon' trip

Meet the haters, meet the Feds, now that's gotta be a sign

Smoked a blunt and laughed about it, writin', lose my mind

Hit the booth and spazzed out, almost lost my motherfuckin' mind

Bought a mic for these hoes, you know my motherfuckin' grind

Sleep is the cousin of death and I'm alive

Thug motivation, plus inspiration, equals survive

They tryna rob you for your success with no disguise

I know that shit was hard on you, Young, but we're your ride

If you grind hard enough

You can stack a few mil, ****, make it out the streets like me

If you grind strong enough

You can be a trap star, ****, be on TV and keep it G

If you grind long enough

You can take care your nephews and your nieces

And your moms and your girl

If you grind hard enough

You can stand on top and tell these hatin' ass **** it's the world

I'm on deck, on point, I'm straight, I'm cool

Got the whole 500, drop dead, old school

Live by the G code, ****, I don't break no rules

And when I was in the streets, I ain't see no dues

All I know, come through, use the kitchen, do the dishes

Rock hard, say your prayers, say your motherfuckin' wishes

Jizzle, what you do? You sick of hoppin' out a coupe?

Cop a four-door, ****, hop up out it in a suit

Giorgio Armani, still represent the struggle

I'm in this Giorgio Armani, still represent the hustle

See, the man made the clothes, clothes never made the man

And if a **** tell you different, he ain't seen a hundred grand

All I heard is what I couldn't do, all I heard is what I couldn't be

Yet, I'm still determined on these ****, just look at me

Sometimes I lay up in my bed, think till my head hurt

Fuck rest, I'd rather stress, yeah, we call that bad work

If you grind hard enough

You can stack a few mil, ****, make it out the streets like me

If you grind strong enough

You can be a trap star, ****, be on TV and keep it G

If you grind long enough

You can take care your nephews and your nieces

And your moms and your girl

If you grind hard enough

You can stand on top and tell these hatin' ass **** it's the world

Okay, now fuck that bullshit, get off your motherfuckin' ass

You workin' with a step, you grind a motherfuckin' half

And when you grind that half, you pay your motherfuckin' staff

And then you take the hood, you do the motherfuckin' math

Fuck that bullshit, get off your motherfuckin' ass

Get off your fuckin' ass, ****, stack your fuckin' cash

And when you stack your cash, you pay your motherfuckin' staff

And then you take the world, you do the motherfuckin' math

If you grind hard enough

You can stack a few mil, ****, make it out the streets like me

If you grind strong enough

You can be a trap star, ****, be on TV and keep it G

If you grind long enough

You can take care your nephews and your nieces

And your moms and your girl

If you grind hard enough

You can stand on top and tell these hatin' ass **** it's the world