if the meek shall inherit the earth and not the weak let me inherit the street, fuck it you know what I mean? I mean I love life man, you know what I mean life is beautiful, it's just the shit in it that's fucked up it's rough but it's fair people gotta go out there and bust they, bust they ass for a job I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean yo he hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids you feel me?
I'm a rhyme artist out here tryin' to grind my hardest up early so to milk the cow keep my john deere out here plowin' the fields to keep my john hancock's worth up in the now went from hangin' on blocks to hangin' on charts positions is parta my mission to hangin' on top gotta get your polly cracker or with them crackers and them scheisty ass niggaz if you like it or not I've been rewired to work more efficiently in the dirt I'm hands on with it all up in my cuticles some try to get off the farm but fell into harm of gettin in the game of those street pharmaceuticals but, I was raised in those blue collar themes havin' white collar dreams cause I see what it means and though the meek shall inherit the earth but don't forget the poor are the ones who inherit the debt you can bet I got better things to do than that I was a dick who got jerked by Tom and his boys came on my land, seized my cattle, and catalog as if it wouldn't leave me less than coy but I'm far from bitter even farther from quittin' got a grind date to make, no time for sittin' and playin' xbox, stand up and exercise my rights as of by seen of through masta's eye it's the grind date know what I'm sayin? I'm sick of askin' that I mean, the street philosophy is that I'm gonna milk the cow and cook the meat at least I'm gonna have some kind of food and drink because sometimes you can't come back like momma said that if you need 5 cents don't ask for 3 ask for 10, that's for sure Yo fuck a rhyme artist, I ain't here for that I was born with the boom bap, respect the name my hands on experience was hands on my first contract taught me quick how to respect the game introduced to the block, got used to the block but your neighbors be the ones who throw shit on your lawn it's like every single time we pop, they got annoyed but we got ahead, and we got along and puttin' work on the calendars, worse on them calendars worth of hump days that broke the camel's back the grind'll make today look gray and paint a tainted picture of tomorrows in enamel black meet the rhyme, street grind, son whatever the beast I'm a take it at the horns till the pinky toe torn and show you why we here this long cause when it comes to puttin' in work once again it's on I'm just like everybody else man an average nigga with above average potential you know what I mean? I'm not sayin' that I'm a gentleman I'm sayin that I know how to act like a gentleman in order to get the things that I need and if I gotta pull out my nickle bag, I'm gonna do that This ain't no accident, we stayin' here You damn right I am proud of myself man and I'm proud of my team man I don't want you to get the wrong, yo baby on the real? I don't have sex with people I do business with neither and that's the real but I do do business with people that I have sex with so if there ain't no conflict, let's get this grind on cause I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you, that's word