If the meek shall the earth and not the weak Let me the street, fuck it You what I mean? I mean, I love life, man You know I mean, life is beautiful It's just the shit in it that's up It's rough but it's People gotta go out and bust they, bust they ass for a job I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I you know He hates drivin' a bus but he five kids You me?
I'm a rhyme Out here 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 to hangin' on a chart is part of my mission to hangin' on top Gotta get your polly cracker or with crackers And them scheisty ass niggaz if you it or not
I've been rewired to work more efficiently in the I'm on with it all up in my cuticles Some try to get off the farm but fell harm Of gettin' in the game of street pharmaceuticals But I was in those blue collar themes white collar dreams 'cause I see what it means And though the meek inherit the earth but don't forget The poor are the one's who the debt
You can bet I got better things to do than 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 grind date to make, no for sittin' And playin' XBox, stand up and exercise my As of by seen of through eye the grind date
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm sick of that I mean the street is that I'm gonna milk the cow and cook the At least I some kind of food and drink Because sometimes you can't back Like momma said, "If you need 5 cents ask for 3 Ask for 10, for sure"
Yo a rhyme artist, I ain't here for that I was born with the boom bap, respect the My hands on was hands on my first contract me quick how to respect the game Introduced to the block, got used to the But your neighbors be the one's who throw shit on lawn It's every single time we pop, they got annoyed But we got ahead and we got
And work on the calendars, worse on them calendars Worth of hump days that the camel's back The grind'll make look gray And paint a tainted of tomorrows in enamel black Meet the rhyme, street grind, son, the beast I'm a take it at the horns till the pinky toe And show you why we this long 'Cause it comes to puttin' in work Once again on
I'm just like else, man An average with above average potential You know I mean? I'm not sayin' that I'm a gentleman I'm sayin' that I how to act like a gentleman In to get the things that I need And if I gotta out my nickle bag, I'm gonna do that This ain't no accident, man, we, we stayin'
You damn 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 business neither And that's the But I do, do business with people I have sex with So if ain't no conflict, let's get this grind on 'Cause I'm gonna fuck the shit you, that's word