[Lyric] Strive and Grind (Two-Piece)

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 privilеged motherfuckers that do no wrong won’t undеrstand 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