If the meek shall inherit the earth and not the 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 that's up It's 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 hates a bus but he loves five kids You me?
I'm a artist Out here tryin' to grind my 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 from hangin' on to hangin' on a chart Positions is part of my mission to on top get your polly cracker or with them crackers And scheisty ass niggaz if you like 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 harm Of gettin' in the of those street pharmaceuticals But I was raised in blue collar themes Havin' white collar dreams 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 to do than that I was a dick who got jerked by Tom and his on my land, seized my cattle and catalog As if it leave me less than coy But I'm far bitter even farther from quittin' Got a grind date to make, no time for And playin' XBox, stand up and my rights 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 gonna milk the cow and the meat At least I have some of food and drink Because sometimes you come back momma said, "If you need 5 cents don't ask for 3 Ask for 10, for sure"
Yo fuck a artist, I ain't here for that I was born with the boom bap, respect the My hands on experience was on my first contract Taught me quick how to the game to the block, got used to the block But your neighbors be the one's who throw shit on your It's like every single we pop, they got annoyed But we got ahead and we got
And work on the calendars, worse on them calendars Worth of hump days that the camel's back The grind'll today look gray 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 toe torn And show you why we this long 'Cause when it to puttin' in work again it's on
I'm just like else, man An average with above average potential You know I mean? I'm not sayin' that I'm a gentleman I'm sayin' that I know how to act a gentleman In order to get the things that I 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 want you to get the wrong, yo baby on the real? I don't have sex with I do business with neither And the real But I do, do with people that I have sex with So if there ain't no conflict, let's get this on 'Cause I'm gonna fuck the shit you, that's word