If the meek shall the earth and not the weak Let me inherit the street, it You know I mean? I mean, I love life, man You know I mean, life is beautiful It's just the shit in it fucked up rough but it's fair People go out there and bust they, bust they ass for a job I mean, my dad's got kids, man and I mean you know He drivin' a bus but he loves five kids You me?
I'm a rhyme Out here tryin' to grind my Up so to milk the cow Keep my John Deere out plowin' the fields To keep my John worth up in the now Went from hangin' on blocks to on a chart Positions is part of my mission to on top Gotta get 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 on with it all up in my cuticles try to get off the farm but fell into harm Of in the game of those street pharmaceuticals But I was raised in those collar themes Havin' white collar 'cause I see what it means And though the meek shall inherit the earth but don't 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, my cattle and catalog As if it wouldn't leave me than coy But I'm far from bitter even farther from Got a grind 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 what I'm sayin'? I'm sick of askin' I mean the philosophy is that I'm gonna milk the cow and cook the At least I have kind of food and drink Because sometimes you can't come Like momma said, "If you need 5 cents ask for 3 Ask for 10, for sure"
Yo fuck a artist, I ain't here for that I was with the boom bap, respect the name My hands on was hands on my first contract 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 every single we pop, they got annoyed But we got and we got along
And puttin' work on the calendars, worse on them Worth of hump days that broke the camel's The grind'll today look gray And paint a tainted picture of in enamel black Meet the rhyme, grind, son, whatever the beast I'm a take it at the horns till the toe torn And show you why we here this 'Cause when it comes to puttin' in Once it's on
I'm just like else, man An average nigga with above potential You what I mean? 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 that I And if I gotta pull out my nickle bag, I'm do that 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 with people I do business neither And that's the But I do, do business with that I have sex with So if ain't no conflict, let's get this grind on 'Cause I'm fuck the shit outta you, that's word