The Grind

Lyrics

[Intro: Richard Pryor] "Talkin' 'bout... the muthafuckin' 'God We Trust' is on the dollar That's the only dude they talkin' about" [Chorus: stic.man & Erykah Badu, (Badu)] Every day is a struggle How to hustle some doe If you was raised in the hood Well, then you already know It be days that be good But mostly money be slow Have you ever been hungry before? (dp's, Freakquency...) [Verse 1: stic.man & Erykah Badu, (M-1)] Steady on the grind Steady on the grind 'Cause I got to make it happen My family's depending on me (Gotta get them dollar bills!) Steady on the grind Steady on the grind 'Cause I got to make it happen Ain't nobody gone do it for me (Gotta get them dollar bills) [Refrain: stic.man & Erykah Badu, (M-1)] Ha ooh wa ooh, ha ooh wa ooh (Almighty dollar) Ha ooh wa ooh, ha ooh wa ooh Ha ooh wa ooh, ha ooh wa ooh (Almighty dollar) Ha ooh wa ooh, ha ooh wa ooh Ha ooh wa ooh, ha ooh wa ooh Ha ooh wa ooh, ha ooh wa ooh (Almighty dollar) Ha ooh wa ooh, ha ooh wa ooh Ha ooh wa ooh, ha ooh wa ooh [Verse 2: stic.man] Steady on the grind Daily on the grind Money on my mind Steady on the grind Steady on the grind Daily on the grind Money on my mind So heavy on my mind So heavy on my mind [Chorus: stic.man & Erykah Badu] Every day is a struggle How to hustle some doe If you was raised in the hood Well, then you already know It be days that be good But mostly money be slow Have you ever been hungry before? [Verse 3: M-1, (Erykah Badu)] Well, I'm a–freedom fighter, ({*woop-woop-woop*}) killa Keep it Marcus Garvey, 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 Mutulu Shakur, fight for the poor Have you ever been hungry before? Nigga, for sure Mommy got a job making 'bout six somethin' an hour She became the breadwinner when daddy was unemployed Working 40+ 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 makes $280 a week, standing on her feet The ends ain't even meetin', the family ain't eatin' And the taxes is 10%, 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' 'Nother day, 'nother way, 'nother dollar spent Gotta make a revolution out of 15 cent