Grind Time Letra - Lil Baby ft. Victor Victor Presents, Rylo Rodriguez

Grind time, I'm tryna get it, the summer comin' up

Niggas hatin', holdin' nuts, I tried to show 'em love

Baby Gangsta called to check on me, that's like my real blood

I'm rich for real, and he ain't ask for nothin', and I owe him a dub

You done turned a band into like seventy grand, you really hustlin'

Oh, you want the Wham? Just hit Lil Dann, you know we really cousins

I been goin' to jail since I was twelve, you know it's really fuck 12

All I need a phone and me a Glock, I can make anything sell

Cradle to the grave with me and my niggas, I know they never gon' tell

Brodie got a bond for six million, well, he 'bout to make bail

Really had to box niggas, shot niggas, I done made it through hell

I'm from where ain't nowhere to go, but we out here sellin' yayo

In a class at Harvard, when I'm done, I'm going to enroll at Yale

Tightened up my brand on these niggas, I'm really smart for real

I do what I want when I want to like I ain't got a deal

They want me to drop a new album, like, come with twenty million

These niggas imposters, they copy me I'm the real, real one

Think these niggas came out my nuts or somethin' that's my lil', lil' one

'Posed to be somewhere probably stuck or somethin', bro, I know I'm lucky

Went from watchin' niggas like El Chapo, now it's Warren Buffett

Yeah, we was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'

I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from hustlin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'

I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from hu— (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'

I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from— (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'

I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from hustlin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Real trap, anything that's under the sun gets sold like Devin Booker

In MIA with a NBA nigga bitch, I'm lit as Jimmy Butler

I will not get him no lawyer, ain't kept it solid, that go for any brother

Got smoked across the street, shit got too deep, we steppin' on each other

I ain't even call back, she ain't even all that

Left her with her clothes off right at the Four Seasons, then I fall back

Lil' bitty-ass nigga hatin', that shit don't get to me, lil' bro

Got more kicks than UFC, we done made history off a 'bow

Been 4 Pockets, Can't Be Fucked With, our team

Maybach, Trackhawk, Demon, Redeye, Visine

Chrome Heart, Marni, Virgil, Louis, goddamn

He got VVSs with them lab diamonds, he got scammed

I done spent this shit in a day, what you got in your life savings (Yeah)

Made a loaf off sellin' coke, this shit here tan as a white lady

They used to be, ten years from now, we still gon' ball like a white baby

If I ain't make it, take me to the bricks, I'm goin' back to the basic

Yeah, we was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'

I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from hustlin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'

I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from hu— (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'

I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from— (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We was taught don't never go for nothin', I got lit from hustlin'

I got lit from hustlin', I got lit from hustlin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)