DJ Green Lantern - Don't Hate My Grind lyrics

[Intro X4] I'm close to the edge Don't push me [Verse 1: stic.man] Yo, this recession got a n***a losing calories Can't get no food in your stomach without that salary Gotta come up by any means, my mentality Don't wanna dream about it, gotta bring it to reality On my side of town, this ain't new, this is life If you ain't lived it then you have no idea what it's like To go to bed with excruciating pain in your abdomen So hungry you can't sleep, you just lay awake imagining Big dreams, big schemes, big risk takin' Penitentiary waiting for me if I'm mistaken Paying dues, can't lose, failure's not an option The only way is up when your coming from the bottom Tired of watching all these companies get bailed out And the only thing that poor people get is another jail house That's why ain't nothing patriotic in me For they system my heart is empty [Hook: stic.man] Don't hate my grind We gotta make a way Though things is getting tougher everyday Where there's a hustle there's a way Don't hate my grind We gotta find a way Though things is getting rougher everyday Where there's a hustle there's a way Don't hate... [Verse 2: Bun B] Another day up in this servant concrete village Trying to live in a world where they just rob and pillage I'm waking up in the clothes that I west to sleep in I pick up my pistol and I get back out on the creep And I see the same bullsh** I just saw the day befo' Drugs and the murders and my people trying to play me yo I ain't about that bullsh** and they already know it I don't want to have to k** but still I can't show it So I mean mug them, screw face them, and I twist up Hand on my strap while I'm balling my other fist up Pa** me the piff and roll me another spliff up Cause one way or another my n***a I'm finsta lift up Above the troubles and the stress and the mess I'm just hoping that the good Lord is choosing me to bless I'm tired of this world trying to f** me like a p**y My n***a I'm close to the edge don't push me [Hook] Don't hate my grind We gotta make a way Though things is getting tougher everyday Where there's a hustle there's a way Don't hate... [Verse 3: M1] Ain't no retirement from this profession Plan B is the Smith & Wesson It's reliable No 401k for this runaway slave f** tomorrow when we hungry today But you don't here me though We be surviving off of Cheerios and videos We get a dose of the high-fructose and there we go A recipe for the grind, AKA the struggle AKA the muscle, AKA the hustle It's hard enough for us to trust one another When I see you as a threat, not my sister or my brother I hope one day we put this all behind us And resurrect the grind museum for memories to remind us [Hook] [Verse 4: stic.man] I feel like Melle Mel on "The Message" I'm close to the edge don't push me I'm trying to hold my head but its hard out here for a pimp man The cemetery's waiting for you if you slip man Another day of oppression They call it possession, it's media misdirection But you know what get's greeted by repression? A long overdue, much needed insurrection It's a cold world, but I'm a grown man And a grown man needs power in his own hands Ain't no sitting around, waitin' complainin' Unless your in love with the plantation [Hook]