Strive and Grind

A weak man, dies under pressure

A strong man, grinds with no effort

For every way out is a fucking excuse

We strive and grind and get through our issues

Calloused hands broken back

Weathered rope dragging a thousand pound sack

Bloody knuckles, tear stained eyes

Tethered soul and the passions deprived

Muscles sore, body aches

Work fucking hard for the little you make

Strive and Grind

Early mornings

Lates nights

No luxury cause the money is tight

I work all day and it's not fucking right

That privileged motherfuckers that do no wrong won't understand a song word of this song

Early Mornings

Late nights

Working class hardcore what the fuck you mean

Bum motherfucker better never step up to me

I'll teach ya a lesson

Ya pockets depressin'

We strivin' we grindin'

We always investin'

You notice the muscle

We work and we hustle

I'm flexin' I'm flexin' I'm flexin' the peso

I don't sell drugs but they call me el chapo

The girls are on me like am so guapo

Hustle in Cali but norm in Chicago

That's just the way it goes

Hatin' on me boy what the fuck you thank

I hustle harder yeah live at the bank

Broke ass bitch got a lot to say

Never liked you anyway

Stackin' money to my grave HA

Strive and Grind