[Intro Dialogue: Bonz Malone]
If the meek shall inherit the Earth
They're not the weak
Let me inherit the street, fuck it
You know what I mean?
I mean, I love life, man, you know what I mean?
Life is beautiful, it's just the shit in it that's fucked up
It's rough, but it's fair
People gotta go out there and bust they--bust they ass for a job
I mean, my dad's got five kids, man, and I mean... you know
He hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids
You feel me?

[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
I'm a rhyme artist
Out here tryin' to grind my hardest
Up early so to milk the cow
Keep my John Deere out here plowin' the fields
To keep my John Hancock's worth up in the now
Went from hangin' on blocks to hangin' on to chart positions
It's part of my mission to hang it on top
Gotta get your Polly cracker on with them crackers
And them sheisty ass n***as, if you like it or not
I've been re-wired to work more efficiently in the dirt
I'm hands-on with it, all up in my cuticles
Some try to get off the farm, but fell into harm
Of gettin in the game of those street pharmaceuticals
But, I was raised in them blue collar themes
Havin' white collar dreams, 'cause I see what it means
To know the meek shall inherit the Earth, but don't forget –
The poor are the ones who inherit the debt
You can bet I got better things to do than that
I was a Dick who got jerked by Tom and his boys (Word!)
He came on my land, seized my cattle, and catalog
As if it wouldn't leave me less than coy
But I'm far from bitter, even farther from quittin'
Got a grind date to make, no time for sittin'
And playin' Xbox, stand up and exercise
My rights, as if seen through Bob Nesta’s eyes
It's the grind!
[Interlude & Refrain: Bonz Malone, (Dave), Posdnous]
(Grind date... grind date... grind date...)
Know what I'm sayin? I'm sick of askin' them
(The-the-the-the-the grind date)
I mean, the street philosophy is that
(The grind date... the grind...)
I'm gonna milk the cow and cook the meat
The grind date!
At least I'm gonna have some kind of food and drink
(The grind date... the grind date...)
Because sometimes you can't come back
(The-the-the-the-the grind date)
Like momma said, "If you need 5 cents
Don't ask for 3 – ask for 10, that's what's up"
(The-the-the-the-the grind date)

[Verse 2: Dave]
Yo, fuck a rhyme artist, I ain't here for that
I was born with the boom bap, respect the name
My hands-on experience was hands on my first contract
Taught me quick how to respect the game
Introduced to the block, got used to the blah
But your neighbors be the ones to throw shit on your lawn
It's like every single time we pop –
They got annoyed, but we got ahead, and we got along
Been puttin' work on them Callender's
And worse on them calendars
Word to hump days that broke the camel's back
The grind'll make today look gray
And paint a tainted picture of tomorrows in enamel black
Meat grind, street grind, son, whatever the beast
I'm a take it at the horns 'till the pinky toe corns
And show you why we here this long (Word up!)
'Cause when it comes to puttin' in work?
Once again, it's on
[Outro & Refrain: Bonz Malone, (Dave)]
(It's the grind date... grind date... grind date...)
I'm just like everybody else, man
An average n***a with above average potential
(The-the grind date... grind ate... grind date...)
You know what I mean?
And I'm not sayin' that I'm a gentleman
(The grind date!)
I'm–I'm sayin' that I know how to act like a gentleman
In order to get the things that I need
(Grind date... the grind date... grind date...)
And if I gotta come out my "n***a" bag, I'm gonna do that
(The-the-the grind date... date)
This ain't no accident, man – we--we stayin' here
(The grind date... date...)
You damn right I'm proud of myself, man
(The-the-the grind date... date... date...)
I'm proud of my team, man
I don't want you to get the wrong––yo, baby... on the real?
I don't have sex with people that I do business with neither!
And that's the real!
But I do do business with people that I have sex with
So if there ain't no conflict, let's get this grind on
'Cause I'ma fuck the shit outta you, that's word!