"Bust Out" as written by and Algernod Washington Antoine Mccolister....
DJ Khaled,
We the Best Season has returned
'Cause I'm out here grindin'
I do this for the streets, the runners
'Cause I'm out here grindin'

Hey, hey
I don't care what nobody say
I'mma be me (be me)
Stay hood, stay raised in the streets ('Cause I'm out here grindin')
Niggas talk about greatness whenever they speak about me ('Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie
I gotta give me me ('Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't slept in eight days
I can go for eight weeks
Ain't nothing to me 'cause I am the streets

Put my life on the line
But I'm likely to ride
I'm on top of the game
Fuck if you like it or not
Ask how I get them freaks
Strawberry swishy sweets
You'll be dealing with H when you dealing with G's
Now she deal with the realest
Shopping like it's still December
Diplomat on the fender of the phantom I'm the winner
I do it for the hood
I do it cause you can't
You suckers wish you could Ricky Ross I'm in the bank

Guess who?
Guess what?
Under investigation
so what?
Come through,
toes up
You lil' cool baller, watch you freeze up
Look ma, got a new car
Should be proud of your son, he a trap star
It doesn't matter you expense it that's what Gold Mine told me
Can't let nobody say I got a hundred on cocaine

I don't care what nobody say
I'mma be me (be me)
Stay hood, stay raised in the streets ('Cause I'm out here grindin')
Niggas talk about greatness whenever they speak about me ('Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie
I gotta give me me ('Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't slept in eight days
I can go for eight weeks
Ain't nothing to me 'cause I am the streets

W-E-T-H-E-B-E-S-T DJ Khaled (we the best)
W-E-T-H-E-B-E-S-T (DJ Khaled) That's me!
W-E-T-H-E-B-E-S-T DJ Khaley (we the best)
W-E-T-H-E-B-E-S-T (DJ Khaled) That's me!

I wake up to get my cake up I'm out to grind
What can I say, I'm a product of my environment
Uh oh, I'm in the game
Watch me do me
Kickin' these niggas, Khaled man call this Bruce Lee
Summer, winter, spring I can't forget the fall
I still remain a dog, a diabetic and all
All I want is my paper, I don't care what they say
They stick their tongue out when they bow they head ('Cause we the best)

You niggaz fly, before you was just maggots
I'm the shit bitch, because I'm black flaggin'
Yes sir, the DR the new sqaud
You niggaz mod and squad, we go hard
They like oh God, there go T-Double
He got his clique and his brothers, I know it's gon' be trouble
Dark boys on the black Jags, see in them black masks
Now they can't stand my black ass

I don't care what nobody say
I'mma be me (be me)
Stay hood, stay raised in the streets ('Cause I'm out here grindin')
Niggas talk about greatness whenever they speak about me ('Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie
I gotta give me me ('Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't slept in eight days
I can go for eight weeks
Ain't nothing to me 'cause I am the streets

Hey knock knock
Yea I'm knocking on the bank's door
With the million dollars and I'm dropping off the cash flow
See you ain't heard I hit a lick
Now my money right
Spend it on the U-Haul dipping on the turn pike
Call up my dogs
Rag on my face
Bodies gon' fall
Tell em it's Ace
If I catch a charge
Nigga I'mma flee the state
Hit my niggas LA Reid and Khaled
Watch me beat the case

Hey feds! Heard you're bringin my name up
Know you want me bad, think I give a fuck? (think I give a fuck?)
Better indict me now before my price go up (up)
Came in the world thuggin, leavin with big nuts (nuts)
Yeah I run with killers homey, so what?
What you want me to tell you, I sold a li'l dust?
Send your informant, I bet he leave bust
I ain't scared to go, I believe in Jesus

I don't care what nobody say
I'mma be me (be me)
Stay hood, stay raised in the streets ('Cause I'm out here grindin')
Niggas talk about greatness whenever they speak about me ('Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie
I gotta give me me ('Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't slept in eight days
I can go for eight weeks
Ain't nothing to me 'cause I am the streets


Lyrics submitted by Skibz777

"Out Here Grindin'" as written by Algernod Washington Antoine Mccolister

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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