Gaming grind

Verse 1

Hoppin’ on the grind, tryna make it topside,

They keep tryna shoot me down, take what’s rightfully mine,

Now it’s gettin’ cold, layin’ here all alone,

Chasin’ every sound, buzzin’ loud like a drone,

Loadin’ back up with whatever I got,

I ain’t ’bout to fold, I ain’t missin’ my shots,

Treasures on the table, yeah, they ready for takin’,

I’m pushin’ full throttle while you stand there waitin’.

Pre-Chorus

Thought I’d give it up, thought I’d break under pressure,

That was your first—and your last—big error,

I was quiet, now I’m sharpenin’ my tone,

Every move I make carved deep in stone.

Chorus

I ain’t playin’ family-friendly anymore,

I’ll show you places you don’t wanna go,

No mercy left when I step in the zone,

Sendin’ you back to the lobby, game over, you’re gone.

Verse 2

Thinkin’ just ’cause you nice I gotta be the same,

Nah, that ain’t the way that I play this game,

I been patient, now I’m switchin’ my gear,

All gas, no brakes, make it real clear,

Every scar in my back made me stronger inside,

I survived every storm, now I’m enjoyin’ the ride,

You mistook my silence for fear and defeat,

Now I’m standin’ ten toes while you stuck in your seat.

Outro

Grind don’t stop, yeah, I’m built for the climb,

You tried to slow me down, but I’m ahead of my time.