[Intro] (Melancholic nostalgic toy synthesizer melody sets in) (Electronic 122 BPM phonk-house beat building up) Yeah, screen is glowing, room is dark. Mind blank, time to work. Let's get this gold. [Chorus] (Nasal high-pitched melodic trap flow – looping rapidly, Killa B-style rhythm) Goddamn grind, goddamn, goddamn grind, I get the XP from these quests, every goddamn time. Goddamn grind, goddamn, goddamn grind, I get the XP from these quests, every goddamn time. Goddamn grind, goddamn, goddamn grind, I get the XP from these quests, every goddamn time. Goddamn grind, goddamn, goddamn grind, I get the XP from these quests, every goddamn time. [Verse 1] (Lethargic, rhythmic nasal rap – fast, punchy internal rhymes in Project Pat-style flow) Well it's the game player, tier layer, money making, stat breaker, Take a quest to the end and I am a saver, Spot for my main team, drinking on this caffeine, Don't y'all wanna run a raid on this gold machine? Farming so quick, slick, I do mack tricks, slick, On a book's mind, fine with a page behind. I'm gonna get it done, soon as the level-up come, Off her nut, off her butt, I don't give a fuck. Fucking with the neighborhood, midnight server, Hollywood, And I could, and I should stack the loot good. Roam with the text to your neck if you caught slipping, Eyes to the screen and you dead if you start tripping. These pages of the book like to go for it, Read your notes, clear your mind, then focus on the grid. Real grind kings like me leave the doubts astray, Knowing I get the XP every goddamn day. [Chorus] (Full bass drop, nostalgic synth melody gets wider) Goddamn grind, goddamn, goddamn grind, I get the XP from these quests, every goddamn time. Goddamn grind, goddamn, goddamn grind, I get the XP, goddamn grind. Goddamn grind, goddamn, goddamn grind, I get the XP from these quests, every goddamn time. Goddamn grind, goddamn, goddamn grind, I get the XP, goddamn grind. [Verse 2] (Faster staccato trap flow – short, snappy words on fast hi-hats) Heavy little time spenders, resource-hungry loot finders, Clear a wave, do it quick, just so it can be your pick. Trick, ain't nothing but you idle, wanna have a master title, Idle of the game, lock it, put the skills in fast. Cock it back, back, from the back, dollar bills the chest will stack, From a fool, who was lame, sucker ain't hip to the game, just the same. Never in your life sell out to a glitch, Hook up with your main team, mane, and run through the glitch. Finish your quest, max the skill, just like they do protocols, Ugly tasks, clear up maps just like they do protocols. Nickel dime drops, yeah that's why I tell the story, 'Cause I know y'all don't fit the category. Much glory is what I give to my team, Locked in the zone, living in a digital dream. They see like me and they down all the way, That's for gettin' the XP every goddamn day. [Chorus] (Maximum 808 sub bass + full synthesizer volume) Goddamn grind, goddamn, goddamn grind, I get the XP from these quests, every goddamn time. Goddamn grind, goddamn, goddamn grind, I get the XP, goddamn grind. Goddamn grind, goddamn, goddamn grind. [Outro] (Melody slows down, pitch drops into gentle electronic hum) Max level. Head empty. Three AM grind. (Nostalgic synthesizer fades out completely)
