Dont worry bout me or mine
My n*gga stay on your grind
Don't worry 'bout me or mine
I'm cool

Never had alot of money
But I still was fortunate
Big dreams so I'm doing big thangs
Gotta keep it proportionate
What's worse than a n*gga with a strap on
Who acts on impulse, without a backbone
Rag showin' and a bad habit for grabbing the chrome
And he'll blast like he's having an orgasm
Oh please
Gimme my liberty I'm in here
Feelin' myself and these bottles is free
And I ain't even drink that much but I through back 2 or 3
Cause when you are I-N-DIE and you tryin' to be
A woman who moves autonomously
And not depend on nobody
For the thing that made Miss Aretha sing
That R-E-S-P-E-C-T
And whatever you sow you reap
So no, I won't put a zip in my jeans
Seen alot growing up as a P. Y. T with ponytails
Had a few dudes that tipped the scale
I'm just out here trying to better myself
I wanna sip wine at the Sofitel
Keep it real dont wear a veil
I ain't tryin' hide sh*t but my privates and recline
Relaxin' with my black skin on a private island somewhere
Laid in the beach chair being carefre
In the company of myself
With all this pride I got
What I look like taking handouts for help?
And yes, my kicks is 50 off on clearance
But I never half-step
Dealing with a few inner-demons
I could speak on but nah won't go in detail
Refuse to live my life blindsided
Because I'm not familiar with Braille
All I need is just one mic
And a piece of mind and whole lotta prayer-yeah

On my grind Monday through Saturday
But still I get up Sunday morning
And Lord only knows if I'm gon' see tomorrow
So I'm livin' in the moment
My girls are gonna live it up
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Me and my niggas gonna live it up
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Me and my niggas gonna live it up

Now my dude wanna get back in the street
The economy ain't gettin' no better
I'm normally Miss Down-for-Whatever
But that dont mean he ain't gon cheat
And i'll probably gon' take him back
Cause the side chick got more money than me
And I can't compete with that especially
When I'm way more committed to killing these beats
Thats my job
I'm just a good girl livin' in a world of hypocrisy
And below my means
Cause them LB's cute on the feet of the girl with the EBT
So fatigued like I wore a uniform in the infantry
Or- I could be like Kelis
Marry a legend then divorce him
And try to go to court for 50gs
Now I see why the homies rock chains
And hang with hoes all up on their dang-a-langs
Cause these days fame just comes and goes
You might not see that doe a-gain
I'mma pop my tag on a Dior bag
That don't match nothing in my closet
And for just one day I'mma hit Rodeo
And buy me some brandnew Blahniks
Walking around like I got a knot in my wallet
Nose in the sky, head up high
Can't take it with you when you die
I'm too G like a Gucci sign
Wait til' I get my money right
You sucka n*ggas can't tell me nothin'
Wait til I get this watch to shine
I'mma stunt like a Big Tymer trust me

On my grind Monday through Saturday
But still I get up Sunday morning
And Lord only knows if I'm gon' see tomorrow
So I'm livin' in the moment
My girls are gonna live it up
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Me and my niggas gonna live it up
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Me and my niggas gonna live it up

Please don't knock my hustle homie
Cause I won't knock yours
Wanna put that "Chilla" on my back
Marble on those floors
Man, I'm grinding dog
Til I put a plaque on the wall
Man, I'm grinding dog
Til I'm dead and gone