"My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame/
From days I wasn't able, there was always 'caine/
Four and a half will get you in the game/
Anything less is just a goddamn shame/
Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face/
Glock with two tips, whoever gets in the way/
Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake/
Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake"

The rhymes on "Grindin'" were impressive then, and they're impressive still. Not because of how well it aged, but of the endless number of ways Pusha and Malice found for metaphors for cocaine—a word that's never explicitly stated in the song. The closest they come is in Malice's second verse, "From days I wasn't Abel/There was always Cain." As if the line wasn't delicious enough coming from one of the Thornton brothers, it touched on (No) Malice's religious side and hinted at his recent spiritual awakening. Insanul Ahmed