Doomtree, I Self Devine, Sims, Mike Mictlan - Twentyfourseven lyrics

We be all in the struggle, man
Grind hard, Twentyfourseven, man
Need more leveraging down for whatever, fam

We be all in the struggle, man
Grind hard, Twentyfourseven, man
Need more leveraging down for whatever, fam

Finely diced in the cut chopped up
Stir fried in the wok like mock duck
"Whateva whateva" we say in the mornin’
Cause whatever gon’ pop without warnin’
Peace to myself cause I need help
Hold a piece to the rich cause I need wealth
Blue collar shit a few dollars spent
Violent product of my environment
Young G’s fiends to blow trees
Young teens with nails and hair weaves
Only build with the leaders
Check individuals hard without heaters
I believe in me "freedom or death"
What I said to police
I’m the true and living ruler
Kicking jewels in the kitchen, I’m too driven

We be all in the struggle, man
Grind hard, Twentyfourseven, man
Need more leveraging down for whatever, fam

We be all in the struggle, man
Grind hard, Twentyfourseven, man
Need more leveraging down for whatever, fam

Waking up to the head buzzing, blood pumping
No time for using the snooze
Flip on the news nah, fuck it, unplug it
Time to view something new
Something to loosen the screws
No time for that got to keep the mind intact
40 hours of the spinal tap just
To keep the spot I’m at
But that’s just how is goes so the motto
"Not just another spoke with lottery hopes"
Working man, dirty hands, sturdy plan
Crush it through the hustle
Trudge I‘m a slow moving train
Y’all just stutter-step don’t use your brain
I pass another test i lend another hand
While the rest would let ‘em
Fall like the other man
I take the upper hand i’m calling up my mans
We’re taking over on the other hand
Snap that rubber band
1982 to a hundred grand

We be all in the struggle, man
Grind hard, Twentyfourseven, man
Need more leveraging down for whatever, fam

We be all in the struggle, man
Grind hard, Twentyfourseven, man
Need more leveraging down for whatever, fam

It was a map in a hash pipe
A half-lit matchstick one hand on a gas pump
We blazed til we passed out
The Blues and a Mag-Lite
A half-way highway patrollee
"Two hands on the dashboard slowly!"
I’m used to the downright no-good outlook
A few good men look out for the bad bunch
If only looks could kill
"Look ma’ no bag lunch
Just a body bag and a magnum" "Have Fun!"
They lash out and you whip your lashes
Another day, another kid, another campus
Another human interest story for the masses
Cause to the rest of them
It’s just subhuman madness
Take a deep breath
The Struggle is indefinite
Take another breath
Our freedom is so irrelevant
But we don’t ever forget
That we won’t ever regret that we all in it
We live, we die, we rise, because

We be all in the struggle, man
Grind hard, Twentyfourseven, man
Need more leveraging down for whatever, fam