Grindin’ My Whole Life Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Hit-Boy, Big Hit, Hit-Boy & Big Hit] Uh, 23 20/23 shit, yeah Hit-Boy, Big Hit What you been doin' your whole life? Grindin' What you been doin' your whole life? Shinin' Now what we doin' in this life? Climbin' Bussin' down these diamonds, everything is timin' What you been doin' your whole life? Grindin' What you been doin' your whole life? Survivin' Now what we doin' in this life? Bondin' [Verse: Hit-Boy & Big Hit] No more tears in silence, no strugglin', no strivin' No more police sirens You was addicted to runnin' the streets and I was addicted to beats I played for the Pony's in Pasadena and you wasn't there to lace up my cleats Keep it a bean, that fucked me up But I kept it gangsta, that run in my blood We stay buttin' heads but nigga it's love You more than my son, now lets run it up Grindin', grindin', grindin' [Part II] [Verse 1: Hit-Boy, Big Hit, Hit-Boy & Big Hit] I'm the General on the streets, I'm the General on these beats So generally, it's in our DNA— we both a beast On the B, I got the P's of the trees, brystal, clean Hit-Boy new shit hit like Tank Davis sparrin' in the ring I been grindin' my whole life, I had to go and get it You know I'm with it, from the streets to the Pen, I'm with the business I'm the new black Super-Hero, fuck crime, I'm goin' legal Flood the system's so lethal, Pharaoh, release my people Fuck Congress, these police and these lawyers worse than convicts Music industry Exec's robbin' all us for the profit I've been thuggin' through a lot I ain't bloodin' but I got a lot of B's on my desktop We sewin' it up like Suge and 'Pac Can't stop, won't stop, Pasadena tip-top Feel like Nelson Mandela, Marcus Garvey on the block I've been grindin' my whole life, you know G's Don't Cry Ain't no tears in my eyes, but the pain still inside [Chorus: Hit-Boy & Big Hit] That's why I'm grindin' Grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin' That's why I'm grindin' Grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin' [Post-Chorus: Hit-Boy, Big Hit, Hit-Boy & Big Hit] What you been doin' your whole life? Grindin' What you been doin' your whole life? Grindin' (Ding) [Verse 2: Hit-Boy & Big Hit] Calm down pops, just put down the Glocks You fresh out the box, kick back, take a shot It's aight— you home now, I'ma get you right Take this low-low, take this bike, it's some money, it's some ice Fuck a nigga thought? Check out the blood walk Bout to outline the whole fuckin' industry in chalk All the talk irrelevant, it's no coincidence Every beat is a hit and all I spit is hard shit I'm so with it, them Pasadena blocks, I'm representin' Fuck with lil' Hit, I'll gladly pay you a visit Here go a booth, here go a mic, you know HB got it tight Now go ahead and tell the world how you fought for your life Tell it all, how I was hidin' weed in my drawers You was tellin' me to stash it in the bathroom stalls On the visit you was flippin', callin' all the police bitches Made 'em terminate the visit, kicked us out in thirty minutes What you know about speakin' codes all in the phone? Tryna tell your little child how to stuff the balloons Lil' dude paranoid walkin' past the guards So I embrace him harder, whisper: ''That's my boy'' Tell him go and grab some chips, some sodas and some cards After I swallow everything, I bail back to the yard [Chorus: Hit-Boy & Big Hit] That's why I'm grindin' Grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin' That's why I'm grindin' Grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin' [Post-Chorus: Hit-Boy & Big Hit] What you been doin' your whole life? Grindin' What you been doin' your whole life? Grindin' (Ding)