If the meek inherit the earth and not the weak Let me the street, fuck it You know what I mean? I mean, I life, man You know I mean, life is beautiful It's just the shit in it fucked up It's rough but fair gotta go out there and bust they, bust they ass for a job I mean, my got five kids, man and I mean you know He drivin' a bus but he loves five kids You me?
I'm a rhyme Out tryin' to grind my hardest Up so to milk the cow Keep my John Deere out here the fields To keep my John Hancock's up in the now Went hangin' on blocks to hangin' on a chart Positions is of my mission to hangin' on top get your polly cracker or with them crackers And them scheisty ass niggaz if you it or not
been rewired to work more efficiently in the dirt I'm hands on with it all up in my 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 Havin' white dreams 'cause I see what it means And though the meek shall inherit the but don't forget The poor are the one's who the debt
You can bet I got better things to do 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 than coy But I'm far bitter even farther from quittin' Got a date to make, no time for sittin' And XBox, stand up and exercise my rights As of by seen of masta's eye It's the grind
Know I'm sayin'? I'm sick of askin' that I the street philosophy is that I'm gonna milk the cow and the meat At least I some kind of food and drink Because you can't come back Like momma said, "If you need 5 don't 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 on experience was hands on my first contract Taught me 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 like every time we pop, they got annoyed But we got and we got along
And puttin' work on the calendars, worse on calendars Worth of hump days that broke the camel's The grind'll today look gray And paint a tainted picture of tomorrows in black the rhyme, street grind, son, whatever the beast I'm a it at the horns till the pinky toe torn And show you why we this long 'Cause when it comes to in work Once it's on
I'm just 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 nickle bag, I'm gonna do ain't no accident, man, we, we stayin' this
You damn I am proud of myself, man I'm of my team, man I don't you to get the wrong, yo baby on the real? I don't have sex people I do business with neither And the real But I do, do business with that I have sex with So if there ain't no conflict, get this grind on 'Cause I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you, word