If the shall inherit the earth and not the weak Let me the street, fuck it You know what I mean? I mean, I life, man You what I mean, life is beautiful It's just the shit in it that's up It's rough but fair People gotta go out there and bust they, they ass for a job I mean, my got five kids, man and I mean you know He hates drivin' a bus but he loves 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 hangin' on a Positions is of my mission to hangin' on top Gotta get your polly cracker or with them And them scheisty ass if you like it or not
I've been rewired to work more efficiently in the 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 those pharmaceuticals But I was raised in those collar themes Havin' white collar dreams 'cause I see what it And though the meek shall the earth but don't forget The poor are the one's who inherit the
You can bet I got things to do than that I was a who got jerked by Tom and his boys Came on my land, seized my cattle and 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 playin' XBox, stand up and 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 mean the philosophy is that I'm gonna milk the cow and the meat At least I have kind of food and drink Because sometimes you can't come Like momma said, "If you 5 cents don't ask for 3 Ask for 10, for sure"
Yo fuck a rhyme artist, I ain't here for I was born with the boom bap, respect the My hands on experience was hands on my contract Taught me how to respect the game Introduced to the block, got to the block 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 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 look gray And a tainted picture of tomorrows in enamel black Meet the rhyme, street grind, son, whatever the I'm a take it at the till the pinky toe torn And show you why we here long 'Cause when it comes to puttin' in again it's on
I'm just like else, man An nigga with above average potential You know I mean? I'm not sayin' that I'm a gentleman I'm that I know how to act like a gentleman In to get the things that I need And if I gotta out my nickle bag, I'm gonna 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 want you to get the wrong, yo baby on the real? I don't have sex with people I do business neither And the real But I do, do business people that I have sex with So if there ain't no conflict, get this grind on 'Cause I'm gonna fuck the outta you, that's word