Grindmode Lyrics - Nipsey Hussle

Grind mode, grind mode, bitch I'm on grind mode 

Put it in the pot, then I whip it with my eyes closed 

Grind mode, grind mode, bitch I'm on grind mode 

Stop, check the watch like tell me where time go 

I do it, I do it, bitch I do it, I do it 

I said I do it, I do it, bitch I do it I do it 

I'm a master with it 

I'm with the clique and we thick like fat bitches 

I got the work in the pot, I got the work in the pot 

Do it so much my bitch call me Sir Mix-A-lot 

Then I'm back on the block with my work in my sock 

Ducking from the cops cuz a nigga got a Glock 

Try to rob me then a nigga getting shot like (gunshots) 

Riding real slow with a black ass tint 

A nigga can't stand no black ass bitch 

Bitch I gotta fat ass dick, go hard on a bitch like a mad ass pimp 

In the streets all day, nigga 24/7 

Bringing niggas hell to the streets of heaven 

I don't preach nigga, I ain't no reverend 

But I'm about to blow like 9-11 

Ten racks of cash in a nigga pocket 

Shaquille O'Neil these niggas be blocking 

The cops keep watching so a nigga gotta move 

Yeah a nigga gotta do what a nigga gotta do 

Faker than I get, that's just how a nigga live 

Ass hole naked, yep that's how I like my bitches 

In the kitchen it's a party in the kitchen, it's a party 

In that bitch celebrating cause we just cooked up some scarface 

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Told them off the rip I was ambitious 

Got 2 or 3 cars full of bad bitches (truuuuee) 

Make that pussy work, yeah bitch I got that work 

Pot hit that fork then it's skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt 

Grind mode, grind mode counting money blind fold 

This right here is that real shit 

That look like some rhine stones, rhine stones, rhine stones 

We don't like that fake shit 

God don't like ugly so you need to get a face lift 

I display greatness, crib on 20 acres 

Louie V's on court side of the lakers 

Please do not mistake us, my partner beat a murder trial 

We ain't seen shit we ain't heard of y'all 

Yeah I'm serving y'all niggas no ceramic 

Paid 500 dollars for my sneakers (trueee) 

Yeah I started with a Beemer, then I got a Porsche 

I ain't tryna front I fucked her on the porch 

Photos 

Back to back in these Benzes, v12 in my engines 

Riding around with my pistol, cuz if niggas try I'm gone kill 'em 

Fuck what niggas be talking about 

I got long clips and I chalk em out 

Poker face, I won't talk about it 

This war shit I'm all about it 

Look, these niggas know, on my grind and I'm getting dough 

Ain't a place I ain't been before 

I'm buying real estate and getting 10 a show 

No subliminals, I be fucking you niggas' hoes 

She look like a centerfold and she lick me like a envelope 

I'm in control, in the game, in my zone, on any stage 

And at this rate how I'm getting paid, I could be a millionaire any day 

More money, more problems 

Bought more guns so it's no problems, bro keep it 

And I'm so Slauson all money Pushaz we so poppin 

In grind mode, grind mode 

Used to do it for survival 

In the spot with those blinds closed 

I can chop a zone with my eyes closed 

Flip 2 pounds bought 5 more 

Hit the mall and bought fly clothes 

Drop the tank then I shine more 

150 thou is what I sign for now thats --