The Grind

So I'm sitting in class bored half to death

Should be writing but nah; contemplating selling some meth

Pssh, I'm not Breaking Bad; lemme catch my breath

I'm asthmatic but these rhymes still kill like Macbeth

I often try to finesse; leaving snakes in my wake

Marie Antoinette on these peasants like "Let them eat cake!"

Do you get it? Prolly not; pull the emergency brake

Run away, its a disaster like that Haitian earthquake

Surrounded by white girls like "Oh. My. God.."

"I went to get Starbucks and that shit was totes flawed!"

That's Clemson for you but believe me its good

Got me thinking to myself like the little engine that could

Aha bet ya'll thought a hook was coming after that

But no; this something new I hope it doesn't fall flat

I go to a school that's "where the tigers play"

Screaming "We Too Deep!" on every game day

"Fight tigers, fight tigers!" is the chant that we do

Put that orange and purple on and wave to the haters "adieu!"

Enough about school; I have all the knowledge

Even before I got to Clemson I was a sophomore in college

I'm called Young Hope Solo, the Political Animal

I'm ruthless, I'm unceasing, I'm increasingly adaptable

The Presidency is my goal though; I'm seeking the capital

The way I'll rise to power you would've guessed it was magical

Pick a card! Any card! Just trust me I know it

King of Diamonds, bitch I guessed it; now do you believe I'm legit?

Throwing hundreds like a g, sipping on some sweet tea

Leave you swinging from a tree; that's Southern hospitality

Too graphic? Oh my bad, I forgot you a bitch

Bet you useless like a goddamn Android with a glitch

The grind is my drug, success my addiction

When I'm President best believe I won't resign like Dick Nixon

Watergate was a scandal, a pretty huge deal

Mind of Olivia Pope; that's every strong black woman's ideal

Shoutout to Ashlee; she killed this remake

Got ya'll dancing and moving more than the Harlem Shake

Hit that Nae Nae one time and hit that yeet too

Do an old school two step; that shit is so tried and true

I guess I'll write a hook now, I mean it really wouldn't hurt

I've kept your attention this long; think of it as a dessert

 

It ain't nothing to keep the grind on

It ain't nothing to keep the grind on

365 from dusk till dawn

It ain't nothing to keep the grind on