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[Hook]

Taxes climb, my check runs dry

Pay the rent, no space to rise

Still I grind, my hope won’t die

Middle ground, we burn inside

Pay the rent, no space to rise

Still I grind, my hope won’t die

The Mid-Class

 

[Verse 1]

Many times they ignore us, we ain’t lived the good life

We ain’t lived the bad life, I know slums, drugs, schools, and ice

I got street, I got eyes, I got fights, and sometimes I got guide

The block’s shit, the poor nights, that rich bitch just ain’t mine

The truth is, maybe we all overlooked

Minimized to just “homies,” pushed aside in the books

So you know what’s up, you know ’em, food, ice, weed, and an OD

It’s funny when you’re stuck between crime and school shit

I’m not a G, not even a gentleman, look at this

I’m the mid-class, now look at this, uh

 

[Hook]

Taxes climb, my check runs dry

Pay the rent, no space to rise

Still I grind, my hope won’t die

Middle ground, we burn inside

Pay the rent, no space to rise

Still I grind, my hope won’t die

The Mid-Class

 

[Verse 2]

In my childhood, I spent my time from hood to hood

Wild, I moved with friends, a bunch of fools with no good

’Til I was ten, I almost got stabbed to death

’Cause I messed with the wrong debts, that was the street’s test

See, I thought problems were great, those days I could rest in a grave

We ain’t thugs, but bother me the way they test my name

The type of shit I’m gonna tell my great sons in my greatest songs

Maybe exaggerated, I was ten, they pulled a knife, so I just ran

And while the-