The Grind Songtext
von Erykah Badu
The Grind Songtext
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
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
Writer(s): Clayton Angelo Gavin, Lavonne Alford, R. C. Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
