If the shall inherit the earth and not the weak Let me the street, fuck it You know I mean? I mean, I love life, man You what I mean, life is beautiful just the shit in it that's fucked up It's rough but fair People gotta go out there and bust they, they ass for a job I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean you He hates drivin' a bus but he five kids You me?
I'm a rhyme Out tryin' to grind my hardest Up so to milk the cow Keep my John out here plowin' the fields To keep my Hancock's worth up in the now from hangin' on blocks to hangin' on a chart Positions is of my mission to hangin' on top Gotta get your polly cracker or with crackers And them scheisty ass if you like it or not
I've been to work more efficiently in the dirt I'm hands on with it all up in my try to get off the farm but fell into harm Of gettin' in the of those street pharmaceuticals But I was raised in blue collar themes Havin' 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 that I was a dick who got 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 quittin' Got a grind to make, no time for sittin' And playin' XBox, up and exercise my rights As of by seen of masta's eye the grind date
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm of askin' that I the street philosophy is that I'm gonna milk the cow and the meat At least I have kind of food and drink Because you can't come back Like momma said, "If you need 5 cents ask for 3 Ask for 10, for sure"
Yo fuck a rhyme artist, I here for that I was born with the boom bap, the name My hands on experience was hands on my first me quick how to respect the game Introduced to the block, got to the block But neighbors be the one's who throw shit on your 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 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, street grind, son, the beast I'm a take it at the horns the pinky toe torn And show you why we this long when it comes to puttin' in work Once it's on
I'm just like else, man An nigga with above average potential You know what I mean? I'm not sayin' I'm a gentleman I'm sayin' that I know how to act a gentleman In to get the things that I need And if I gotta pull out my nickle bag, I'm do that This ain't no accident, man, we, we stayin'
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 with And that's the But I do, do business with that I have sex with So if there ain't no conflict, let's get this on 'Cause I'm fuck the shit outta you, that's word