[Verse 1: Mibbs]

Times is harder than they ever been

Babies get sick so babies need medicine

The gas price rising, hey Mr. President

It's only getting worse, so it's only more evident

That we gotta (grind)

'Cause over in the hood, they ain't doing that well

Why you think Black males gotta make crack sales?

'Til they go to jail and they gotta make bail

Call they homies from the cell, tell 'em get on that (grind)

Pops 49 and he still on his

Took hard work tryna raise two kids

'Til we got grown and wе really needed time

Ain't a damn thing free in this world, gotta (grind)

Mom and pops, all thе hustlers on the block

All the teachers in the classrooms, ladies cleaning bathrooms

It don't stop, man, this is all we got

So we punching in the clock 'til we make it to the top and

[Chorus: Mibbs]

Everything's gonna be alright

We're gonna make it

I don't worry 'bout nothing no more

Because I'm keeping my faith in you

Everything's gonna be alright

We're gonna make it

I don't worry 'bout nothing no more

Because I'm keeping my faith in you

[Verse 2: Like]

Man

They cutting down jobs again

And we wonder what the problem is

Taxes rising up like the drama is

How the hell is we 'posed to stay positive?

Got grown-ass jobless men moving back to where they mommas live

I'm in church trying not to steal the offering

And what advice are they offering? Not a cent

They line us up against the cop cars and got us bent

Somebody's at the top, pulling strings, got us pimped

I'm praying up to God, wondering what he got us in

I need a breath of fresh air, man, some oxygen

I wouldn't be surprised if they charged for oxygen

And with no healthcare, can't even get a doctor checkup

Can't get a doctor visit, can't get a Doctor Pepper

Move with instinct, they waiting for my thoughts to catch up

Still you can hear the love flow through my aggression

[Chorus: Mibbs]

Everything's gonna be alright

We're gonna make it

I don't worry 'bout nothing no more

Because I'm keeping my faith in you

Everything's gonna be alright

We're gonna make it

I don't worry 'bout nothing no more

Because I'm keeping my faith in you

[Verse 3: BeYoung]

Man

Nah, this nine to five can't cut it, dog

Bills is late, my lights getting cut off

Got my check, I know they took numbers off

Motherfuck my boss, he don't know about my (grind)

Fifteen, my little cousin lost

Smoking weed and he swear he above the law

Still in school tryna get his little hustle off

I tell him nah but he tell me it's the way he gotta (grind)

And he won't stop 'til he locked down

Running wild 'cause he ain't have no pops 'round

Thugging, thinking nothing of it 'til he popped [?]

Another body for the cops to lay the chalk 'round

While others slang bootleg watches to boost they pockets

Loot through projects

Few use logic when loot is the object

It's all about who got it on lock, that grind and

[Chorus: Mibbs]

Everything's gonna be alright

We're gonna make it

I don't worry 'bout nothing no more

Because I'm keeping my faith in you

Everything's gonna be alright

We're gonna make it

I don't worry 'bout nothing no more

Because I'm keeping my faith in you