"Grind Don't Care" lyrics

"Grind Don't Care"

Life is life or death, why?
Why try to decipher habits
Handed down genetic?
No credit
But I didn't ask
Matt Seledic
Mind still athletic
Body doesn't match the aesthetic
Danny get it, but you gotta let it ride
I'm not offended
At times my skull ended up bent
More than I intended
Used to be truly another dude
But that can't be defended
Rough and tough just wasn't enough
But look what my pen did
Tomorrow and pending, beginning and ending
No longer care to be the shinola at the shindig
Still wanna win big
If it's a benefit to fam otherwise
I give a damn
Folks tryin' to run a scam on a brother man
Other than that, it's just the lay of the land
What you want said?
Run scared from the bloodshed
Trust me, I don't understand that either

They say I can't, so I think I will
Crayola to payola
The kid been ill
Lookin' for a break
Can't pay them bills
But the Grind don't care 'bout that
But the Grind don't care 'bout that

They say I can't, so I think I will
Crayola to payola
The kid been ill
Lookin' for a break
Can't pay them bills

I'm coming harder than the outer skin on a rock
Work hard, good things happen
Chip off the ole block
Crumb with a dumb skill
Ill as they come, I'm no longer in the street
But I'm still up at dawn
Some habits hard to kick
Like a shadow that you thought you saw
I'm off the wall
Like photos in a 6.4 magnitude on the Richter
Maybe I'll start a clothing line called Metaphors
A global campaign, set the brand off in Singapore
Yeah right, without my wife
I'd just be another singer, poor
God is good
The truth is raw like the wasted youth spent goofin' off
None of your problems get solved
When the law's involved
Then it evolves and you tell the cops to gobble the balls
And then it snowballs into probable cause
But remember the wobbly wheel don't last long

They say I can't, so I think I will
Crayola to payola
The kid been ill
Lookin' for a break
Can't pay them bills
But the Grind don't care 'bout that
But the Grind don't care 'bout that

They say I can't, so I think I will
Crayola to payola
The kid been ill
Lookin' for a break
Can't pay them bills
But the Grind don't care 'bout that

Yeah I'm top shelf, bottom locker
Button down collar Chunky white New Balances and Dockers
Still rock hot shit
That shouldn't be a shocker
But I came to realize I'm not the bad motherfucker
That I was, once upon a young, dumb imagination
I don't believe in guns so don't make me raise it
Boone's just your basic cat
Just spits real crazy. I imagine if you ask folks
Bat shit maybe?
Yeah, whatever, never been like that
Really?
I'm obsessively observant obviously
And oblivious, possibly
I lack sleep like a caddy backseat
When the trunk bumps loops as a young buck pukes
Trips down miracle strip
Just a laidback B OO NE
Anyone tests Danny
You in trouble yo

They say I can't, so I think I will
Crayola to payola
The kid been ill
Lookin' for a break
Can't pay them bills
But the Grind don't care 'bout that
But the Grind don't care 'bout that

They say I can't, so I think I will
Crayola to payola
The kid been ill
Lookin' for a break
Can't pay them bills
But the Grind don't care 'bout that
But the Grind don't care 'bout that

They say I can't, so I think I will
Crayola to payola
The kid been ill
Lookin' for a break
Can't pay them bills
But the Grind don't care 'bout that
But the Grind don't care 'bout that

They say I can't, so I think I will
Crayola to payola
The kid been ill
Lookin' for a break
Can't pay them bills
But the Grind don't care 'bout that
But the Grind don't care 'bout that


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