Grindin’ My Whole Life Pt. 2

[Part I]

[Intro: Hit-Boy, Big Hit, Hit-Boy & Big Hit]
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'

[Verse: Hit-Boy & Big Hit]
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'

[Part II]

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy, Big Hit, Hit-Boy & Big Hit]
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

[Chorus: Hit-Boy & Big Hit]
That's why I'm grindin'
Grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin'
That's why I'm grindin'
Grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin'

[Post-Chorus: Hit-Boy, Big Hit, Hit-Boy & Big Hit]
What you been doin' your whole life?
Grindin'
What you been doin' your whole life?
Grindin' (Ding)

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy & Big Hit]
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

[Chorus: Hit-Boy & Big Hit]
That's why I'm grindin'
Grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin'
That's why I'm grindin'
Grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin', grindin'

[Post-Chorus: Hit-Boy & Big Hit]
What you been doin' your whole life?
Grindin'
What you been doin' your whole life?
Grindin' (Ding)