Grind

Supermarket money, but that market money's not as super
Life's fucking twisted like Kamasutra, but not a loser
That's what I told myself, but I keep it stealth
As I was searching job offers on my mom's computer
I felt ashamed of making wrong maneuvers
What would you tell her if you loved her but you
Couldn't effort the Uber to rendezvous her? Damn
Try to carve my future with a dull knife

From high-spirited to low life (low life)
From high diligence to Snow White
Ignorance with that poisoned apple
Now the boy is baffled by his own hype
No, I made the decision to be a rapper back in '09
My German mama like, "Oh nein!"
My German mama told I could be anything that I wanted to (hey)
So why'd I gotta choose to be an artist? I didn't

I fought it, I figited, thought I could win it
But lost to my vision, uh
Even Sabrina thought it oughta be different
So, what you mean I got a lottery ticket with winning digits?
Leavin' nine-to-fives to being free
Now I'm alive in 3D, rather while trying to be me
Now I got what I wanted, but still I bleed, like
(Yeah, now I got what I wanted, but still I bleed like)
Still, it seems right (okay)

Way too many issues on my mind (way too many issues)
Haters try to diss you all the time (haters try to diss you)
They told him he wasn't invited, but he doesn't mind (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All of this is part of the grind, part of the grind (yeah)

Way too many issues on my mind (on my mind)
Haters try to diss you all the time (all the time)
They told him he wasn't invited, but he doesn't mind (yeah)
All of this is part of the grind, part of the grind

Now I got bitches feenin' for cash
But avoid the Golden Retrievers
I say it's 'cause of my girl, but I barely visit her either
Thought I want all these women, ignore the slides of my DM
Thought I want recognition, but I'll go outside on the weekends
Now, is it pretend? Have I kept the lie myself?
When I put in so much effort that I jeopardize my health
When I bailed on family and sacrificed life days
'Cause I wanted flashin' lights like Ye

She was like "night, babe," text to my phone
I overheard it when I put the shit on light vibrate
Man, I'm workin' to the bone
But if I keep at it, can I count on reaching 40?
I'm like five times eight
I'm like five times eight, you think it's prime time fake
But Pootie's whip'll match his belt buckle, Sa Da Tay
And Sus' chick'll match his self struggles à la Seyfried
Same team, ain't leavin' 'til side lines play

So talk your shit and just assume I
Can't rap and this dude ain't half black
Half my life without my dad, don't that prove I'm half black?
You new to that fact? That's 'cause you don't know shit about me
Funny how they knew the life I've lived without me
Now my uncle's regret is havin' just humble endeavours
Saturday brunchin' with leather sandals in comfortable sweaters
Settled for Lunchables cheddar, but I wanted cheese on a plate, so
They tried to leave us starvin', we ate though, ayy

Way too many issues on my mind (way too many issues on my mind)
Haters try to diss you all the time (haters try to diss you)
They told him he wasn't invited, but he doesn't mind (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All of this is part of the grind, part of the grind (yeah)

Way too many issues on my mind (on my mind)
Haters try to diss you all the time (all the time)
They told him he wasn't invited, but he doesn't mind (he doesn't mind)
All of this is part of the grind, part of the grind (yeah)

Part of the grind (ayy), part of the grind
(Part of the grind)
Part of the grind, part of the grind
Part of the grind, part of the grind



Credits
Writer(s): Malte Kuhn, Jay Samuelz
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