[Intro] Yeah Teeth out Blood in my mouth, I spit it out [Verse 1] Chain on my neck, I don't tuck that Scars on my fist from the comeback Laugh in your face when you push back Whole crew stand tall like a thumbtack Step in my lane, you get whiplash Talk big, then you fold like thin glass I turn doubt into diet, I binge that Every "you can't" on my gym rack [Chorus] I got grit in my grill, I don't bite my tongue If I say that it's up, then it's really up (yeah) You can bark all you want, but you better run 'Cause I came for the smoke and I love that stuff (hey!) Grit in my grill, I don't play too nice If you look in my eyes, see a cut-throat life Yeah, I'm built from the dirt, from the rust, from the rust Got grit in my grill, that’s us, that’s us [Verse 2] Heart like a brick in a backpack Sink or you swim, I don't backtrack I was knee-deep broke, had to hack that Turned every bad break to a fast track Talk cheap, I invest in the backlash Turn pain into paint on the crash pads If you ride with me, better match that If you slide on me, you get snapped back [Chorus] I got grit in my grill, I don't bite my tongue If I say that it's up, then it's really up (woah) You can bark all you want, but you better run 'Cause I came for the smoke and I love that stuff Grit in my grill, I don't play too nice If you look in my eyes, see a cut-throat life Yeah, I'm built from the dirt, from the rust, from the rust Got grit in my grill, that’s us, that’s us [Bridge] Hands up if you ever got slept on (hands up) Turned that rage to a step stone Now you stomp so hard that the floor gone Now you scream so loud that the doubt's gone [Chorus] I got grit in my grill, I don't bite my tongue If I say that it's up, then it's really up You can bark all you want, but you better run 'Cause I came for the smoke and I love that stuff (yeah) Grit in my grill, I don't play too nice If you look in my eyes, see a cut-throat life Yeah, I'm built from the dirt, from the rust, from the rust Got grit in my grill, that’s us, that’s us

rap, Hybrid punk-rap banger with snarling male vocals, blown-out guitars, and distorted 808s. Tight, swung trap groove under chugging power chords; verses stay close and menacing, hook explodes with gang vocals, octave leads, and a halftime stomp. Breakdowns punch the low end, with feedback squeals and filter sweeps setting up slam-back choruses., punk, male vocals

Grit in My Grill