Tee Grizzley touches down with some serious lift on Van Nuys Aviation, the mid-album riser from his raw new project Street Psalms, hitting November 14, 2025, through 300 Entertainment, and it feels like gunning the engines out of Detroit, swapping corner cyphers for runway flex, with beats that rumble like takeoff and stories that hit from 30,000 feet.
Grizzley’s spent years mapping the trenches in his music, turning jail time and losses into lessons that stick, and this track keeps that fire alive. Named after that gritty LA airport spot where private flights mix with everyday hustle, it’s got him reflecting on the grind to get airborne—dodging turbulence from old beefs, stacking wins that feel like divine intervention. Expect his signature Detroit trap pulse: heavy 808s thumping under sharp snares, layered with those urgent flows that switch from menace to motivation in a bar.
Street Psalms isn’t just bars; it’s Grizzley’s testimony, a 20-track sermon on faith amid the chaos, clocking around an half-hour of no-skip heat. The concept pulls straight from his life—preaching resilience like psalms for the block—with openers like In My Life setting the confessional tone, features from Polo G on Seen Enough adding that cross-town edge, and Rod Wave linking on Voicemail for soulful depth. Van Nuys Aviation slots in around track 10, bridging the reflective joints to the victory laps, right before Emotionally Intelligent keeps the elevation going.
X jumped when he dropped the tracklist graphic on IG Monday, that caption about waking the lost ones sparking threads full of “finally, gospel from the Grizz.” If the features set the stage, cuts like this one carry the sermon home.
Dive into the Van Nuys Aviation lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Street Psalms tracks for more of Tee Grizzley’s trench-tested grace.
| Lead Vocals | Tee Grizzley |
| Songwriter | Tee Grizzley |
| Music Producer | TnTXD, FOREVEROLLING, Whitlock Beats & OnlyOneG |
| Label | 300 Entertainment |
| Release Date | November 14, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | 300 Entertainment |
Lyrics of Van Nuys Aviation by Tee Grizzley
[Intro]
(Pipe That Shit Up, TnT)
Okay
Uh, Okay
Uh, Okay (Foreverolling)
[Chorus]
‘Member When I Needed Niggas, They Wouldn’t Answer (They Wouldn’t Answer)
Now They Wanna Take A Picture, Want Me To Tag ’em (Want Me To Tag ’em)
B**ch, It’s Foreigns On The Air Strip When I Be Landin’ (When I Be Landin’)
Shittin’ On ’em, Know It Cut Deep, They Need A Bandage (They Need A Bandage)
[Verse]
Why They Makin’ It A Bad Thing To Be On Fan Shit? (To Be On Fan Shit)
They Rather See You Be Hated Than Be Given Credit (They Hate To See It)
I Gave Hd A Extra Ten Just To Edit (I Need It)
Wife And Kids Comfortable, I’m On Some Grown Man Shit (I’m On Some Grown Man Shit)
Can’t Be Giving Out My Number, They Gon’ F**kin’ Spam It (They Gon’ Spam It)
Bronem Got Me Out In Dallas, Looking For A Mansion (For A Mansion)
Need A Bang For My Buck, It’s California Taxes (It’s Taxes)
Look At Where I Landed, You Would Think I Planned It
(You Would Think I Planned This Shit, Hol’ On)
Hold Up, Nigga, Money Flowin’ Like A Slit Wrist, But I’m Not Suicidal (I’m Not)
I Can’t Even Kick It With These Niggas, Slim, I Do Not Like Them (I Don’t)
Hate Doing Business With Family, They Be Too Entitled
You Just As Guilty As A Snake Me If You Knew About It (You Guilty)
Security Gon’ Protect Me ’cause I Give ’em Money
But My Niggas, They Gon’ Kill For Me ’cause They Love Me
If I Said I Got You, Then I Got You, B**ch, Don’t Bug Me
Reach For This Pretty Jewelry, It’s Gon’ Get So Ugly
That’s My Pu**y, I’m Not Puttin’ On No Rubber Ducky (Can’t Do It)
Say You Miss Me, Okay, Show Me When You Fuckin’ Suck Me (Come Show Me)
Move However ’round This B**ch And Shootout If They Touch Me (Don’t Touch Me)
Got Some Dc Niggas, Pull Up, Shoot The Drac’ On One Knee (Boom, Boom)
They Doin’ Everything ‘cept Gettin’ To This Fuckin’ Money
Don’t Want My B**ch To Smell No Perfume On Me, Ho, Don’t Hug Me (You Can’t)
Told Brodie, “Blitz, Whoever Die, They Die,” That’s How I’m Comin’ (Get Down)
Ain’t Got Our Poles, No One-on-ones, He Hit That Floor, We Stomp Him (Uh)
Used To Be A Taker, They Put Me On Paper (On Papers)
Went From Mugshots To Taking Pictures With My Neighbors (With My Neighbors)
I Don’t Want No Credit, Give The Glory To My Savior (To My Savior)
Never Played Sports, But Ball Like A Hall Of Famer (Hall Of Famer)
[Chorus]
‘member When I Needed Niggas And They Wouldn’t Answer (They Wouldn’t Answer)
Now They Wanna Take A Picture, They Want Me To Tag ’em (Want Me To Tag ’em)
Man, It’s Foreigns On The Air Strip When I Be Landin’ (When I Be Landin’)
Shittin’ On ’em, Know It Cut Deep, They Need A Bandage (They Need A Bandage)
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