Grind and Fire

Yeah, yeah

We

out here early, eyes on the prize

(uh-huh) Up before the sun,

running through

the

cold mud

Every single dollar earned is written in my blood

No hand-outs in the valley,

we just make it out the clay Keep the engine running,

working twelve hours a day

Grindin' and shootin' out here

We don't show no fear

Making our own way clear (yeah)

Grindin' and shootin' out here

Stacking up the timber,

loading up the heavy freight

If you want a portion,

better bring it to the plate

No time for the talking,

see the target in my sights

Working through the shadows under artificial lights

(let's go) Grindin' and shootin' out here

We don't show no fear

Making our own way clear

(yeah) Grindin' and shootin' out here

Out here... We just keep on working

Every single day (hmmmm)