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