Hit-Boy, Big Hit - Grindin' My Whole Life Pt. 2 lyrics

Uh, 23 20
23 shit, yeah hit-Boy, Big Hit
What you been doin' your whole life?
Grindin'
What you been doin' your whole life? Shinin'
Now what we doin' in this life? Climbin'
Bussin' down these diamonds
Everything is timin'
What you been doin' your whole life?
Grindin'
What you been doin' your whole life?
Survivin' now what we doin' in this life?
Bondin'

No more tears in silence, no strugglin'
No strivin' no more police sirens
You was addicted to runnin' the streets
And I was addicted to beats
I played for the Pony's in Pasadena and you
Wasn't there to lace up my cleats
Keep it a bean, that fucked me up


But, I kept it gangsta, that run in my blood
We stay buttin' heads but nigga it's love
You more than my son, now lets run it up
Grindin', grindin', grindin'

I'm the General on the streets
I'm the General on these beats
So generally, it's in our DNA we both a beast
On the B, I got the
P's of the trees, brystal, clean
Hit-Boy new shit hit like Tank
Davis sparrin' in the ring
I been grindin' my whole life
I had to go and get it
You know I'm with it, from
The streets to the Pen
I'm with the business
I'm the new black Super-Hero, fuck crime
I'm goin' legal
Flood the system's so lethal, Pharaoh
Release my people fuck Congress
These police and these lawyers
Worse than convicts
Music industry Exec's robbin' all
Us for the profit
I've been thuggin' through a lot
I ain't bloodin' but I got a
Lot of B's on my desktop
We sewin' it up like Suge and 'Pac
Can't stop, won't stop, Pasadena tip-top
Feel like Nelson Mandela
Marcus Garvey on the block
I've been grindin' my whole life
You know G's Don't Cry
Ain't no tears in my eyes
But the pain still inside

That's why I'm grindin'
Grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin'
Grindin' that's why I'm grindin'
Grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin'
Grindin'

What you been doin' your whole life?
Grindin'
What you been doin' your whole life?
Grindin' (Ding)

Calm down pops, just put down the Glocks
You fresh out the box, kick back, take a shot
It's aight you home now, I'ma get you right
Take this low-low, take this
Bike, it's some money, it's some ice
Fuck a nigga thought? Check
Out the blood walk bout to outline the whole
Fuckin' industry in chalk
All the talk irrelevant, it's no coincidence
Every beat is a hit and all
I spit is hard shit
I'm so with it, them Pasadena blocks
I'm representin' fuck with lil' Hit
I'll gladly pay you a visit
Here go a booth, here go a mic
You know HB got it tight
Now go ahead and tell the world
How you fought for your life tell it all
How I was hidin' weed in my drawers
You was tellin' me to stash
It in the bathroom stalls
On the visit you was flippin'
Callin' all the police bitches
Made 'em terminate the visit
Kicked us out in thirty minutes
What you know about speakin' codes
All in the phone?
Tryna tell your little child how
To stuff the balloons
Lil' dude paranoid walkin' past the guards
So I embrace him harder
Whisper: ''That's my boy''
Tell him go and grab some chips
Some sodas and some cards
After I swallow everything
I bail back to the yard

That's why I'm grindin'
Grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin'
Grindin' that's why I'm grindin'
Grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin'
Grindin'

What you been doin' your whole life?
Grindin'
What you been doin' your whole life?
Grindin' (Ding)