The Grind

Steady on the grind, family gotta get fed
I make cake up out of dough boy, I gotta bet bread
I gotta keep da lights on and roof over head
And leave enough to live when I’m poof over dead
I’m truth over bread but still need it to live
And be a blessing to my folk when I got it to give
Streets lend me they ears, God give me the mind
To make a dollar outta dime, steady on the grind
I’m steady (on the grind), I’m steady (on the grind)
I’m steady (on the grind), I’m steady (on the grind)
Man, I’m steady (on the grind), I’m steady (on the grind)
I’m steady (on the grind), I’m steady (on the grind)
Man, I’m steady (on the grind), I’m steady (on the grind)
I’m steady (on the grind), I’m steady (on the grind)
Man, I’m steady (on the grind), I’m steady (on the grind)
I’m steady (on the grind), man, I’m steady (on the grind)
(Yeah!)