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