{Intro}
"Ayo man let em know what’s new!"

{Verse 1}
What’s new?
The world is good
And I found a better view
After years in the dirt
Now they shining dirt off my shoes
None of that blue, cause I worked too hard to be this brand new

I love the good times
Good vibes. And I’ll share this wealth just to see my people shine. Momma can finally see me smile. Man I ran 1,000 miles just to find this destination where the people never worry about paying the bills. We used to fight over money, now doesn’t it seem funny? A thousand dollars seem petty. This the life I wanted to provide. Thank you Lord for letting me take care of the people in my life

I’m in a quarter century, though not too many memories. Hustled all my life, now they call me certified
That means I make a couple grands and let the new bloods grind
I tell the young homies, it's your time

{Chorus}
I got mine. I got mine. Tell them young homies, it's your time

If you care about tomorrow, then you gotta grind. and bring it back home and help all your people shine

{Verse 2}
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this sun shine
I used to hustle two jobs while praying to a God
Now I got two cars and I’m still loyal to the cause
Every kid in the hood knows I’m there for the block
Y’all thought I forgot, but I’m the medicine man
Here to spread the remedy for America man
We’ve gone too deep chasing the money
To a point where everything fades to a shade of green
They got us playing this game, but I’m the advocate for change
I’m bringing back the colors, cause the dollar ain’t a thing

I’m the 99%, here to keep it 100
You won’t understand the good until you saw the worst coming

{Chorus}
I got mine. I got mine. Tell them young homies, its your time
If you care about tomorrow, then you gotta grind, and bring it back home and help all your people shine

{Verse 3}
But beyond that struggle
I came out that storm running
Everyone’s shook. I’m the one that no one saw coming
Yea, I was destined for failure, but I pushed through doors
I’m a soldier of freedom. still trying to end this war
This is bigger than you and I
This is middle class America and we’re gonna grind
Till the day I die, I’m keep holding up this sign
And when I’m gone, young homies, let this music ride

I can never turn my back to the struggles that raised me
All these white people praise me, but they don’t know the hardship
Everyday’s a battle
Children get corrupt with no one here to shadow
Mothers working hard, but the bills are never handled
While I see the corporate scene just running through these scandals
I walk amongst these people, but all of you are shadows
Or maybe just cattles
Walking like a herd, y'all never fought your own battles

{Chorus}
I got mine. I got mine. Tell them young homies, it's your time
If you care about tomorrow, then you gotta grind. and bring it back home and help all your people shine