"Gh" lyrics
Yeah
Yeah, cut the mic up, cut the lights down
Nah, cut the lights on and cut the safe on
I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit (It's Grind Hard with me, homie)
'Cause if I didn't grind hard, then I wouldn't have shit (You got a problem with that, it's fuck you)
God come first, family come second (And I really don't mean that like it sound 'cause it's fuck you for life)
The money come third, you know what I'm reppin' (Burn One, Burn One)
Stay shinin', what make you think you can take mine?
Some of my homies doin' fed and state time
And we all think alike like great minds
Banana clip, you can hear that through the grape vine (Fah-fah-fah)
Big-boy ice, nothin' like your fake shine
'Cause your cheap-ass jeweler ain't make mine
I'm hollerin', "Bitch, I got a plug," and I ain't lyin' (Bitch, I got a plug)
My partners rich off sellin' drugs, crossin' state lines
In the meantime, got a mean timepiece
Thousand-dollar Louis V, out-of-town sneaks (Oh)
Hit the club and the DJ announce me (Lito)
Big bankroll, but don't pull 'em out around freaks (What?)
Put it down from ATL to South Beach
Cashville, 23, ask about me
The K-I-N, what is it without a G?
I grind hard, so divide me
I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit (Grind Hard)
'Cause if I didn't grind hard, then I wouldn't have shit (I grind hard)
God come first (Yeah), family come second (Yeah)
The money come third, you know what I'm reppin' (Grind hard, motherfucker, grind hard)
I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit
'Cause if I didn't grind hard (Yeah), I wouldn't have shit
God come first (Yeah), family come second (That's right)
The money come third (Uh), you know what I'm reppin'
Grind hard, motherfucker, grind hard
I was tryna come up like fuck buyin' a car (Rrt)
And when I got some money, I got what I wanted
Next thing you know, I was addicted to stuntin', damn
Still remember my first lick, it was about three stacks
Lost that shit the next night, then I got it right back
Pick it up, drop it off, I'ma be right back
Pockets on swole, yeah, I might need an icepack (I do it)
Hah, freezer burn on my abs (Oh)
Grind Hard piece ran me 'bout a slab ('Bout a slab)
Grind for whatever my family gotta have
Case you don't understand why I'm standing on the ave
With a bomb and a strap
Not a terrorist, but I'm armed 'cause they jack
Back when my studio time was sixty-five dollars an hour and Lischey sponsored that
I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit (Grind hard, motherfucker, grind hard)
'Cause if I didn't grind hard, then I wouldn't have shit
God come first, family come second (Man, y'all don't, y'all don't, y'all don't understand me)
The money come third, you know what I'm reppin'
I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit (Picture me, youngin)
'Cause if I didn't grind hard, then I wouldn't have shit
God come first, family come second (Bettin' it all on himself, this shit here)
The money come third, you know what I'm reppin'
I was the distribution
We was the budget
I came into this shit in the old model, wasn't no 360, we was the 360 deal
Nigga
Off that motherfuckin' block
I ain't never, I ain't never
Understand this shit far enough to, to know I was gon' ever be on the radio
I knew I had my niggas, though, and we was gon' grind this shit out
Yeah, cut the mic up, cut the lights down
Nah, cut the lights on and cut the safe on
I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit (It's Grind Hard with me, homie)
'Cause if I didn't grind hard, then I wouldn't have shit (You got a problem with that, it's fuck you)
God come first, family come second (And I really don't mean that like it sound 'cause it's fuck you for life)
The money come third, you know what I'm reppin' (Burn One, Burn One)
Stay shinin', what make you think you can take mine?
Some of my homies doin' fed and state time
And we all think alike like great minds
Banana clip, you can hear that through the grape vine (Fah-fah-fah)
Big-boy ice, nothin' like your fake shine
'Cause your cheap-ass jeweler ain't make mine
I'm hollerin', "Bitch, I got a plug," and I ain't lyin' (Bitch, I got a plug)
My partners rich off sellin' drugs, crossin' state lines
In the meantime, got a mean timepiece
Thousand-dollar Louis V, out-of-town sneaks (Oh)
Hit the club and the DJ announce me (Lito)
Big bankroll, but don't pull 'em out around freaks (What?)
Put it down from ATL to South Beach
Cashville, 23, ask about me
The K-I-N, what is it without a G?
I grind hard, so divide me
I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit (Grind Hard)
'Cause if I didn't grind hard, then I wouldn't have shit (I grind hard)
God come first (Yeah), family come second (Yeah)
The money come third, you know what I'm reppin' (Grind hard, motherfucker, grind hard)
I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit
'Cause if I didn't grind hard (Yeah), I wouldn't have shit
God come first (Yeah), family come second (That's right)
The money come third (Uh), you know what I'm reppin'
Grind hard, motherfucker, grind hard
I was tryna come up like fuck buyin' a car (Rrt)
And when I got some money, I got what I wanted
Next thing you know, I was addicted to stuntin', damn
Still remember my first lick, it was about three stacks
Lost that shit the next night, then I got it right back
Pick it up, drop it off, I'ma be right back
Pockets on swole, yeah, I might need an icepack (I do it)
Hah, freezer burn on my abs (Oh)
Grind Hard piece ran me 'bout a slab ('Bout a slab)
Grind for whatever my family gotta have
Case you don't understand why I'm standing on the ave
With a bomb and a strap
Not a terrorist, but I'm armed 'cause they jack
Back when my studio time was sixty-five dollars an hour and Lischey sponsored that
I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit (Grind hard, motherfucker, grind hard)
'Cause if I didn't grind hard, then I wouldn't have shit
God come first, family come second (Man, y'all don't, y'all don't, y'all don't understand me)
The money come third, you know what I'm reppin'
I'ma holler, "Grind Hard," every time I spit (Picture me, youngin)
'Cause if I didn't grind hard, then I wouldn't have shit
God come first, family come second (Bettin' it all on himself, this shit here)
The money come third, you know what I'm reppin'
I was the distribution
We was the budget
I came into this shit in the old model, wasn't no 360, we was the 360 deal
Nigga
Off that motherfuckin' block
I ain't never, I ain't never
Understand this shit far enough to, to know I was gon' ever be on the radio
I knew I had my niggas, though, and we was gon' grind this shit out
