If the shall inherit the earth 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 but it's fair People gotta go out there and bust they, bust 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 tryin' to grind my Up early so to the cow my John Deere out here plowin' the fields To keep my John worth up in the now Went from on blocks to hangin' on a chart Positions is part of my mission to on top Gotta get your polly cracker or with crackers And scheisty ass niggaz if you like it or not
I've been rewired to work more in the dirt I'm on with it all up in my cuticles try to get off the farm but fell into harm Of gettin' in the game of street pharmaceuticals But I was raised in blue collar themes Havin' white collar dreams 'cause I see what it And the meek shall inherit the earth but don't forget The poor are the one's who the debt
You can bet I got better to do than that I was a dick who got jerked by Tom and his Came on my land, seized my cattle and As if it wouldn't leave me less coy But I'm far from even farther from quittin' Got a date to make, no time for sittin' And playin' XBox, stand up and exercise my As of by seen of masta's eye It's the grind
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm sick of that I mean the philosophy is that I'm milk the cow and cook the meat At least I have kind of food and drink Because sometimes you can't back Like said, "If you need 5 cents don't ask for 3 Ask for 10, for sure"
Yo fuck a rhyme artist, I ain't here for I was with the boom bap, respect the name My hands on experience was hands on my first Taught me quick how to the game Introduced to the block, got to the block But your be the one's who throw shit on your lawn It's like single time we pop, they got annoyed But we got and we got along
And puttin' work on the calendars, worse on calendars Worth of days that broke the camel's back The grind'll make today gray And paint a picture of tomorrows in enamel black Meet the rhyme, grind, son, whatever the beast I'm a take it at the till the pinky toe torn And show you why we here long 'Cause when it to puttin' in work Once it's on
I'm like everybody else, man An nigga with above average potential You know what I mean? I'm not sayin' that I'm a I'm sayin' I know how to act like a gentleman In to get the things that I need And if I gotta pull out my bag, I'm gonna do that This ain't no accident, man, we, we 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 business neither And that's the But I do, do business with people that I sex with So if there no conflict, let's get this grind on 'Cause I'm fuck the shit outta you, that's word