If the meek inherit the earth and not the weak Let me inherit the street, it You know I mean? I mean, I love life, man You know what I mean, is beautiful It's just the shit in it 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 drivin' a bus but he loves five kids You me?
I'm a rhyme Out here to grind my hardest Up early so to the cow Keep my John Deere out here the fields To keep my John worth up in the now Went from hangin' on to hangin' on a chart Positions is part of my to hangin' on top Gotta get polly cracker or with them crackers And them scheisty ass if you like it or not
I've been rewired to work efficiently in the dirt I'm on with it all up in my cuticles Some try to get off the farm but fell into Of gettin' in the game of street pharmaceuticals But I was raised in those blue themes white collar dreams 'cause I see what it means And though the shall 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 who got jerked by Tom and his boys Came on my land, seized my and catalog As if it wouldn't leave me less coy But I'm far from even 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 masta's eye It's the date
Know what I'm I'm sick of askin' that I mean the street is that I'm milk the cow and cook the meat At least I have some kind of and drink sometimes you can't come 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 for that I was born with the boom bap, the name My hands on experience was hands on my contract Taught me quick how to respect the to the block, got used to the block But your neighbors be the who throw shit on your lawn It's like every single time we pop, got annoyed But we got ahead and we got
And puttin' work on the calendars, on them calendars Worth of hump days that broke the camel's The grind'll make today look And a tainted picture of tomorrows in enamel black Meet the rhyme, grind, son, whatever the beast I'm a take it at the horns till the pinky toe And show you why we here this 'Cause it comes to puttin' in work Once again on
I'm just like else, man An average nigga with above average You know what I I'm not sayin' that I'm a gentleman I'm sayin' that I know how to act like a In order to get the things 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 right I am 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 with And the real But I do, do business with people I have sex with So if there ain't no conflict, let's get this on 'Cause I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you, word