[Intro: NF]
Oh, yeah (oh, yeah!)
Just let me work, no, just let me work, no
I'm out here, grindin'
Yeah, I'm out here, grindin' (woo!)
I told 'em (oh yeah!) that I'm out here, grindin'
I'm out here, gri—(hey, hey!)
[Verse 1: NF]
You ain't never heard nothin' like this
Let me work, show me where the mic is
I'm on stage, black shirt, in my Timbs
You know how I do it, I ain't playin' with you, I've been grindin'
Anybody tryna sleep on me, better do somethin' with your eyelids
I hear a lot of whinin', but I don’t hear a lot of rhymin', woo!
Everybody got opinions
Let it go into my ear, and then I block that
Put me on stage, I'ma rock that
Sayin' you the best, stop that
Phony, I am not that, yeah
What are y'all doin' out here? What are y'all doin' out here?
Maybe, you should spend a little less time with the women in your arms, and a little bit more with your career
I ain't sayin' I'm the best, but I should be in the top ten, give me a list of names, I'ma top them
I'm just playin' with ya, I don't care where the top is, leave me at the bottom, let me work for it
You ain't never gonna find another rapper in the game, and tell me that he works more
Tell me that he works more, nah!
You might see me with my hoodie up, I ain't leavin' 'til I finish
This industry ain't nothin' but a box, but I ain't gon' climb in it
You put me inside a room full of rappers, come back in five minutes
I'ma be the only one still alive, with a note on my chest sayin' that I did it!
You do it for fame, we are way different
Y'all are looking weak, we ain't cookin' in the same kitchen
Everybody got a shirt with a stain in it
Some of us'll never wear it out though, let me get it!
I guess, I don't understand, this wasn't part of my plan
Some of these people, they're thinkin', 'cause they heard the name, that they really know who I am
Bring the beat down!
I got no time for these Hollywood people, I'd rather give time to my fans
You'd rather chill with these women that like you for money
But I'd rather chill with my fam, yeah
I'm out here grindin'
I'm out here grindin'
Yeah, I see the mic, but you lookin' like a pilot
What's the point of a plane, if you don't know how to fly it?
Yeah!
Oh, yeah (oh, yeah!)
Just let me work, no, just let me work, no
I'm out here, grindin'
Yeah, I'm out here, grindin' (woo!)
I told 'em (oh yeah!) that I'm out here, grindin'
I'm out here, gri—(hey, hey!)
[Verse 1: NF]
You ain't never heard nothin' like this
Let me work, show me where the mic is
I'm on stage, black shirt, in my Timbs
You know how I do it, I ain't playin' with you, I've been grindin'
Anybody tryna sleep on me, better do somethin' with your eyelids
I hear a lot of whinin', but I don’t hear a lot of rhymin', woo!
Everybody got opinions
Let it go into my ear, and then I block that
Put me on stage, I'ma rock that
Sayin' you the best, stop that
Phony, I am not that, yeah
What are y'all doin' out here? What are y'all doin' out here?
Maybe, you should spend a little less time with the women in your arms, and a little bit more with your career
I ain't sayin' I'm the best, but I should be in the top ten, give me a list of names, I'ma top them
I'm just playin' with ya, I don't care where the top is, leave me at the bottom, let me work for it
You ain't never gonna find another rapper in the game, and tell me that he works more
Tell me that he works more, nah!
You might see me with my hoodie up, I ain't leavin' 'til I finish
This industry ain't nothin' but a box, but I ain't gon' climb in it
You put me inside a room full of rappers, come back in five minutes
I'ma be the only one still alive, with a note on my chest sayin' that I did it!
You do it for fame, we are way different
Y'all are looking weak, we ain't cookin' in the same kitchen
Everybody got a shirt with a stain in it
Some of us'll never wear it out though, let me get it!
I guess, I don't understand, this wasn't part of my plan
Some of these people, they're thinkin', 'cause they heard the name, that they really know who I am
Bring the beat down!
I got no time for these Hollywood people, I'd rather give time to my fans
You'd rather chill with these women that like you for money
But I'd rather chill with my fam, yeah
I'm out here grindin'
I'm out here grindin'
Yeah, I see the mic, but you lookin' like a pilot
What's the point of a plane, if you don't know how to fly it?
Yeah!
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