Erykah Badu The Grind song lyrics

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, it be good but mostly money be slow

Have you ever been hungry before?

Steady on the grind, steady on the grind

'Cause I got to make it happen for one last to make ya know me

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 these dollars man

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Steady on the grind, deadly on the grind

Money on mind, steady on the grind

Steady on the grind, deadly on the grind

Money on my mind, it's already on my mind, it's already on my mind

Steady on the grind, deadly on the grind

Money on mind, steady on the grind

Steady on the grind, deadly on the grind

Money on my mind, it's already on my mind, it's already on my mind

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 it be good but only money be slow

Have you ever been hungry before?

Well, I'm a freedom fighter, this killa keep him off his Darbie

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 my dude Shakure fight for the core

Have you ever been hungry before? Nigga fa sure

Mommy got a job makin’ 'bout six somethin' an hour

She became the breadwinner when daddy was unemployed

Working forty plus hours and kissing ass

Seeming like the only honest way she can get some cash

She struggglin’ 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 meeting the family ain’t eatin’

'Cause if taxes is ten percent, and the rest if for the rent

Then crime is what u get and niggaz 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 fifteen cent