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
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
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Writer(s): Dustin Simpson
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