If the meek shall inherit the and not the weak Let me the street, fuck it You know what I mean? I mean, I life, man You what I mean, life is beautiful just the shit in it that's fucked up It's rough but it's People gotta go out there and they, bust they ass for a job I mean, my got five kids, man and I mean you know He hates drivin' a bus but he loves five You me?
I'm a artist Out tryin' to grind my hardest Up so to milk the cow Keep my John Deere out here the fields To keep my Hancock's worth up in the now Went from hangin' on blocks to on a chart Positions is part of my to hangin' on top Gotta get your polly or with them crackers And scheisty ass niggaz if you like it or not
I've been rewired to work more in the dirt I'm hands on it all up in my cuticles Some try to get off the farm but fell into Of in the game of those street pharmaceuticals But I was raised in those blue collar Havin' collar dreams 'cause I see what it means And though the meek shall the earth but don't forget The are the one's who inherit the debt
You can bet I got things to do than that I was a dick who got jerked by Tom and his on my land, seized my cattle and catalog As if it wouldn't leave me less coy But I'm far from bitter farther from quittin' Got a date to make, no time for sittin' And playin' XBox, stand up and my rights As of by seen of masta's eye the grind date
Know I'm sayin'? I'm sick of askin' that I mean the philosophy is that I'm gonna milk the cow and the meat At least I have kind of food and drink sometimes you can't come back Like momma said, "If you need 5 cents ask for 3 Ask for 10, for sure"
Yo fuck a rhyme artist, I ain't here for I was born with the boom bap, respect the My hands on experience was on my first contract Taught me how to respect the game Introduced to the block, got used to the But neighbors be the one's who throw shit on your lawn It's like every time we pop, they got annoyed But we got ahead and we got
And puttin' work on the calendars, worse on calendars Worth of hump that broke the camel's back The grind'll make today look And paint a tainted picture of tomorrows in enamel Meet the rhyme, street grind, son, whatever the I'm a take it at the till the pinky toe torn And show you why we here this 'Cause when it to puttin' in work again it's on
I'm just like else, man An average with above average potential You know what I mean? I'm not that I'm a gentleman I'm sayin' that I know how to act a gentleman In order to get the things that I And if I pull out my nickle bag, I'm gonna do that ain't no accident, man, we, we stayin' this
You right I am proud of myself, man I'm of my team, man I don't want you to get the wrong, yo baby on the I don't have sex with people I do with neither And the real But I do, do business with people that I sex with So if there ain't no conflict, get this grind on 'Cause I'm fuck the shit outta you, that's word