The Grind

The motherfucking god we trust is on a dollar

That's the only dude they talk about

Every day is a struggle, how to hustle some dough

If you was raised in the hood, well, then you already know

It be days it be good, but mostly money be slow

Have you ever been hungry before?

(Deeply, it's freaking shit)

Steady on the grind, steady on the grind

'Cause I got to make it happen for one last to make you know me

(Gotta get them dollar bills) steady on the grind, steady on the grind

'Cause I got to make it happen, ain't nobody gon' do it for me

Gotta get them dollar bills

Oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh

Oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh

Oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh

Oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh

Steady on the grind, deadly on the grind

Money on my mind, steady on the grind

Steady on the grind, deadly on the grind

Money on my mind, it's already on my mind (mind, mind), it's already on my mind

Every day is a struggle, how to hustle some dough

If you was raised in the hood, well, then you already know

It be days it be good, but only money be slow

Have you ever been hungry before?

Well, I'm a freedom fighter, this killer, keep him off his Darbie

People army guerrilla, economic development down for manual labor

Revolutionary hustler, fund-raiser

Catch me doing outreach, see me running the streets

Politically educated but never graduated

Call me doc like my dude Shakur fight for the core

Have you ever been hungry before? Nigga, for sure

Mommy got a job makin' 'bout six-somethin' an hour

She became the breadwinner when daddy was unemployed

Working 40-plus hours and kissing ass

Seeming like the only honest way she can get some cash

She strugglin', she don't know I be hustlin' pulling my own weight

I be hearing them fuss and fightin' at night mad late

Over economics, it's logic meaning they don't got it

Living in the projects, money's the only object

She make 280 a week, standing on her feet

The ends ain't even meeting, the family ain't eatin'

And the taxes is ten percent, the rest is for the rent

Then crime is what you get and niggas is innocent

See, it really ain't about if you eatin' or not eatin'

It's freedom or not freedom, breathin' or not breathin'

Another day, 'nother way, 'nother dollar spent

Gotta make a revolution out of 15 cent