[Intro: Jimmie Hoffa]
Yes (It's Jimmie Hoffa)
Ow (CapCom)

[Pre-Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa]
I like my Hennessy straight, baby, without no chaser (And?)
Got no time for love, 'cause I'm in love with this paper
So go 'head, leave, I'll be right here when you wake up (I wanna let y'all know)
Still hustlin' every single bit of that cake up (This is remix)

[Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa]
'Cause I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind
Because I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind (Yeah)
Because I'm on my— (Uh)

[Verse 1: Jimmie Hoffa]
And I'm still on my grind, and I'm still facin' time (Uh-huh)
And these ain't made-up rhymes, so I cocaine my lines (Woo)
And it's the G-mix, so I go first (Me)
Call it cocky or confident 'cause I ain't heard they verse (Ah)
But if they on a track with me, I guarantee they rappin' beats (I guarantee)
But no one raps like me, and yeah, I rep the east (Uh)
But CapCom said, "Hoff, go hard"
And I said, "Fuck that, I'd rather blew they card" (Yes)
So hardy-har-har, I heard you got that work, pimpin' (Right?)
And my biz Jamaican and y'all some jerk chickens (Oh)
So I don't ever wanna hear you say you dirt dippin' (Never)
Like I don't wanna see you C-walk unless you Crippin'
And I don't wanna you be Pac unless you bangin'
Matter fact, let's cut the G talk 'cause you ain't hangin' (Yeah)
So look, if we all don't shine, hate the game, not the player
'Cause I'm on my grind, what?
[Pre-Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa]
I like my Hennessy straight, baby, without no chaser (And?)
Got no time for love, 'cause I'm in love with this paper
So go 'head, leave, I'll be right here when you wake up
Still hustlin' every single bit of that cake up

[Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa & Geolani Grandz]
'Cause I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind (Hoffa, what up?)
Because I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind (That's all we do over here, baby, you know what gang is, GA all day)
Because I'm on my—

[Verse 2: Geolani Grandz]
You don't like me, fuck you (So what?)
I don't like you either (Uh-huh)
You just like my bitch, and I don't need her (Get outta here)
I'm fever (Fever), I don't prepare the ether (Nah)
But I can turn a rap vet into a bleeder (Bleeder)
Right now, my [?] like Sonny Chiba
Waitin' to explode with a hundred more heaters (Boom)
Who want hits? I got a couple more Jeters
My money long, I got a couple more divas (I got stacks)
Grind up fine, got a couple more Bimmers (Bimmers)
The fiends love me, got a couple more leaners (You see 'em)
You see these haters cop a couple more [?]
That'll pop-pop like the ass on Trina (Woo)
Me and Hoffa (What up?) headin' straight to the majors (Majors)
Henny need no chaser (Yeah), on the grind for the paper (Get that)
Officially on top the whole game, ma (Ma)
It's Geolani Grandz and I'm on my grind
[Pre-Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa & Mac Miller]
I like my Hennessy straight, baby, without no chaser (And?)
Got no time for love, 'cause I'm in love with this paper (Yo, Jimmie)
So go 'head, leave, I'll be right here when you wake up (You crazy, boy)
Still hustlin' every single bit of that cake up

[Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa, Mac Miller, Jimmie Hoffa & Mac Miller]
'Cause I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind (I feel you, man)
Because I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind (The boy Mac Miller, Ill Spoken)
Because I'm on my— (Let's go, uh)

[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
I'm on my grind, and you never see me take a rest
So a hater's best bet is to save your breath (Chyeah)
And when nothin' seem right, I'ma take a left
Workin', movin', makin', checks, grindin' for this paper fest (Yeah)
So roll the time, (The) time, (The) time
I'm on my grind, (My) grind, (My) grind (Uh-huh)
Never in recline ('Cline), it starts to hurt my spine (Spine)
But I know it takes some workin' for the shine (Uh-huh)
Everybody in my whole damn camp eatin'
Know we stay feastin' with our own hands, feedin' (Feedin')
Y'all ain't even cheatin', get up on our level (Haha)
Yeah, we got drive like the pedal to the metal (Vroom)
And y'all just neutral (Neutral), cruise control (Cruise control)
Same damn speed, movin' super slow (Haha, uh)
When I'm sleepin' in the studio, I'm goin' hard like the Steelers in the Super Bowl
I'm on my grind
[Pre-Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa]
I like my Hennessy straight, baby, without no chaser (And?)
Got no time for love, 'cause I'm in love with this paper
So go 'head, leave, I'll be right here when you wake up (Haha)
Still hustlin' every single bit of that cake up

[Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa & Rocka Boy]
'Cause I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind (I'm on my what? Yeah, Rocka Boy)
Because I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind (Rocka, I got 'em, alright)
Because I'm on my—

[Verse 4: Rocka Boy]
Hop up with my boxers on, on my early mornin' shit (Yeah)
You get to the block and you find I'm already on the strip (Yeah)
Waitin' for this paper, a n***a hangin' like ornaments (What?)
[?] pitchin' that marijuana shit (Haha)
Flippin' like a omelet, no breakfast, just a fast break (Fast break)
Hard to stack the money, I'm whippin' it with some bad bricks (Bad bricks)
Nothin' normal about my cakin', n***a, my cash straight (Cash straight)
[?] if you trippin', you get your ass baked, soufflé
Fuck what you say, I'm where you claim to be (Wow)
On point, like n***as always puttin' the blame on me
Pimpin' ain't a thing to me, that's why your bitch is claimin' me (Wow)
I done got it in, I suggest that you go and change your sheets (Change 'em)
N***as is actin' like Rocka's shit don't stack up right (How?)
Like your boy is slackin', a n***a don't get shit crackin' right (Please)
Slide in smooth, get your crew clapped up
And then I'm back on the strip with this [?], what?

[Pre-Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa]
I like my Hennessy straight, baby, without no chaser (And?)
Got no time for love, 'cause I'm in love with this paper
So go 'head, leave, I'll be right here when you wake up
Still hustlin' every single bit of that cake up

[Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa & C-Money]
'Cause I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind
Because I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind (It's C-Money, baby, haha)
Because I'm on my— (Look)

[Verse 5: C-Money & Jimmie Hoffa]
Yo, Jimmie, get with me, I'm 'bout my paper too (Yeah)
That's why I'm grindin' every day like a skater do
Man, I was slummin', I ain't even have a plate of food
Now I stay movin' eight balls like I'm playin' pool (For real)
I mean, I hated school, I needed all the dough
Now I get, get, get it like Shawty Lo (Yeah)
And I promise you'll hear my name
But right now (What?), just feel my pain
I be on my (Grind), that's (Why) I (Shine)
I'm a animal, killin' everything
Cat, tell 'em that your man is dope (Crack)
And if they claimin' that they sippin', I'm the antedote
Real hustler, baby, every verse is a gram of coke (You dig?)
Yeah, I be gettin' dough, it's my grindin' tendancies
And all these chicas be tryna get with me (For real)
And all my enemies tryna become friends with me
But I be like smash that, Jimmie, pour me more Hennessy, you dig?

[Pre-Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa]
I like my Hennessy straight, baby, without no chaser (And?)
Got no time for love, 'cause I'm in love with this paper
So go 'head, leave, I'll be right here when you wake up
Still hustlin' every single bit of that cake up

[Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa]
'Cause I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind
Because I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind
Because I'm on my—

[Verse 6: Truth]
I bet they wonder where I'm goin' next, cuttin' in the Range, and
[?] changin'
Why they quarter room pacin', hatin'?
I deliberately get it in
On and off again through those continental winds
Me and Wes at the baggage claim, LAX, I'm here again
I spit ill from above a n***a chin, God bless the elegant
[?] lies are irrelevant, it's Truth
Oh, you ridin' in your coup? Big woop
The deal is almost sealed, we next [?]
Corporate Truth, Corporate Truth, get your [?]
Defyin' gravity with words been put in these rap songs
[?]
On whatever you n***as can come to clash on
Really [?], our point intended
Hoffa, speak, man, Truth be so over-winded

[Pre-Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa]
I like my Hennessy straight, baby, without no chaser (And?)
Got no time for love, 'cause I'm in love with this paper
So go 'head, leave, I'll be right here when you wake up
Still hustlin' every single bit of that cake up

[Chorus: Jimmie Hoffa]
'Cause I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind
Because I'm on my grind
My grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind, my grind
Because I'm on my—