Regionals to divisionals,
Ball Wall to comps, setting out a garage,
nigga steady going hard - I’m the neighborhood setter,
came from the ghetto, niggas hate,
cause I’m finally making white cheddar, doing great -
black Cruzers, nice sweater, keep my wife wetter
with the right setup, just might set a
line with the white pebbles at a nice level,
went from being the best setter in Indy,
to being the worst setter at PG,
they looking at me cock-eyed at the Popeye’s
cause unlike their product, I am not fried, used to love the
hen, getting bent, never not high, then, that would
end, even though I still got 5, ain’t no chicken,
so I’m rising to the top 5, niggas jocking
in the coop, they are not fly - they are watching…

(Chorus)
When you roll in at 9, till the clock hit five, straight (grinding)…
When you gotta get high just to get real high, you been (grinding)
When your boss running behind you straight (grinding),
and you cross-threaded the line, straight (grinding),
breaker bar, press, pulling the ply, but it
won’t move at all no matter how hard you try, you gotta grind it…

Getting love from the greats, Louie Anderson,
I write these bars as fast as I can,
and you can tell by how my holds stack up, take them
down, get them clean, then they going back up, watch this,
routes like my victory - flawless, positive
shit written all up in the comment boxes,
you know that it’s me that they talking about,
walk in the gym and then I lock it down,
used to rap about climbing the fours, now I’m
rhyming bout crimps and aligning the holds; you can
drop down volumes where everybody saw you,
no matter what, the kids still climb in the cones…
I could set a comp in my PJ’s,
forerun it all, then back in time to DJ,
no lavish life, my phone prepaid,
but still living in the freeway…

(Chorus)

(Second Chorus)
[Grinding,
holds that I keep in alignment,
niggas better stay in line when,
you see a nigga like me climbing, (grinding!)] (x2)

Learning shit from John Muse,
setting that risky business - Tom Cruise, finna
dispatch with them monos and cross-throughs, get them
mismatched in them pockets - I got you, nigga!
Unless you can genie the route, or find a
way to Houdini them out, can’t see me - no doubt,
niggas all know what DD about, no
sends are a freebie without some route reading, get the
holds out the shop, then I cop a feel, used to
have a lot of time on the block to kill, now I’m
setting up a block for real; in the spot, seen a
lady so hot, almost dropped my drill…
we could go half-and-half on the creme,
she already know she bad - bad as can be,
fat ass really got me half-mast upon the scene,
she can put it on my face - gas mask, yahmean??

(Chorus & Second Chorus)