Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Erykah Badu
Chant
Rashad Smith
Programmation de batterie
M-1
Programmation
Stic.man
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Clayton Gavin
Paroles/Composition
Lavonne Alford
Paroles/Composition
Erykah Badu
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Erykah Badu
Production
Dead Prez
Production
Tom Soares
Ingénierie de prise de son
Brian Stanley
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Rashad Smith
Production
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Every day is a struggle, how to hustle some dough
If you was raised in the hood, well, then you already know
It be days that be good but mostly money be slow
Have you ever been hungry before?
[Verse 2]
(DP is frequency)
Steady on the grind
Steady on the grind
'Cause I got to make it happen
My family's depending on me (Gotta get them dollar bills)
Steady on the grind
Steady on the grind
'Cause I got to make it happen
Ain't nobody gon' do it for me (Gotta get them dollar bills)
[Verse 3]
Alright dollar
Alright dollar
[Verse 4]
Steady on the grind
Daily on the grind
Money on my mind
Steady on the grind
[Verse 5]
Steady on the grind
Daily on the grind
Money on my mind
So heavy on my mind
So heavy on my mind
[Verse 6]
Every day is a struggle, how to hustle some dough
If you was raised in the hood, well, then you already know
It be days that be good but mostly money be slow
Have you ever been hungry before?
[Verse 7]
Well, I'm a freedom fighter, it's killa
Keep it Marcus Garvey, People Army guerrilla
Economic development, down for manual labor
Revolutionary hustler, fund raiser
Catch me doin' outreach, see me runnin' the streets
Politically educated, but never graduated
Call me Doc like Mutulu Shakur, fight for the poor
Have you ever been hungry before? ****, for sure
[Verse 8]
Mommy got a job making 'bout six-somethin' a hour
She became the breadwinner when daddy was unemployed
Working forty plus hours and kissing ass
Seeming like the only honest way she can get some cash
She strugglin', they don't know I be hustlin', pullin' my own weight
I be hearing them fuss and fightin' at night, mad late
Over economics, it's logic, meaning they don't got it
Living in the projects, money's the only object
[Verse 9]
She makes $280 a week, standing on her feet
The ends ain't even meeting, the family ain't eatin'
And the taxes is ten percent, the rest is for the rent
Then crime is what you get and **** is innocent
See, it really ain't about if you eatin' or not eatin'
It's freedom or not freedom, breathin' and not breathin'
'Nother day, 'nother way, 'nother dollar spent
Gotta make the revolution out of fifteen cent
Written by: Clayton Gavin, Lavonne Alford, R.C. Williams

