"Grind To My Grave" lyrics

[Supaman:]
They ask me what I'm doing, I said I'm gettin' paid
Tell a hater in my face wipe me down to my J's
I'mma grind to my grave
I'mma grind to my grave
I'mma grind to my grave
They ask me what I'm doing, I said I'm gettin' paid
Loced [?] out, smoked out, thousand dollar shades
I'mma grind to my grave
I'mma grind to my grave
I'mma grind to my grave

I'mma IG, an independent grinder
I buy my own shoes, I'm an independent shiner
They say Supaman got that rubberband pop money
And they be asking, what's that rubberband pop money?
It's big enough stacks to make a rubberband pop, dummy
It ain't no secret little momma, I get guap, honey
I feed the streets with mixtapes when the block hungry
The streets talking, nigga, the whole block love me
Niggas got dreams of whipping a Mercedez
My poppa addicted to that shit they cooked up in the 80's
But I still love him crazy cause he's the nigga that made me
Hey, why you fuck with Krizzle, cause he's the nigga that paid me
So, Krizzle told me get 'em, so you know that I'mma get 'em now
I'm addicted to that shit the treasury be printing out
They ask me what I'm doing, I say I'm getting paid
See me on top or see me in the grave

They ask me what I'm doing, I said I'm gettin' paid
Tell a hater in my face wipe me down to my J's
I'mma grind to my grave
I'mma grind to my grave
I'mma grind to my grave
They ask me what I'm doing, I said I'm gettin' paid
Loced [?] out, smoked out, thousand dollar shades
I'mma grind to my grave
I'mma grind to my grave
I'mma grind to my grave

[Big KRIT:]
Hey hold up Supaman, they ain't ready for the future!
Multi records! What up Ted, what up Big Sant!
We got a squad over here my nigga!
3rd coast representer, see me on top nigga!
Cheer! [?]