Triz Nathaniel Lyrics - Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down

Triz Nathaniel - Don't Let The Bastards Grind You Down

Oh whoa, hey there
Hey give me a smile
I hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave
You know you wanna get with a real man
Alright see you later sexy
I hope you come back this way
They tell you to smile? Say fuck em and frown
That nigga a bozo, homie a clown
Catcall his favorite sound
'Til a pussy nigga get put in the ground
Learn to swim or they'll watch you drown
Lack of empathy so profound
They give you a pedestal, never a crown
They give you a pedestal, never a crown
I'm proud of you, you world renowned
But your value to them, measured in pounds
They'll look inside for a ultrasound
But past that, it's "how she look in a gown?"
She in the field, she on the ground
While these fat cats just lie around
Don't let 'em try to hide your crown
And don't let the bastards grind you down
They show that they hate you
And they say so on the daily
When the radio keep playing mo'
Tory and DaBaby
Couple ignorant ass wannabe gangsta niggas
Talking crazy
That's a geechi Genovese
And fugazi Lucchese
I'ma do somethin' with this verse
For the women done being prisoners
It's bad now but it gets worse
Walk in her shoes, get blisters
Been hurt'n our sisters
We big on that bigotry
And that's sisters spelled with a S
Not just the ones spelled with a C
Generally they playbook
Is a booklet from the pulpit
Get on twitter and push that
Not all men bullshit
Damn dog, you mad wrong
But u keep singing that sad song
So we put a price on ya head
Like a New Era with the tags on
They tell you to smile? Say fuck em and frown
That nigga a bozo, homie a clown
Catcall his favorite sound
'Til a pussy nigga get put in the ground
Learn to swim or they'll watch you drown
Lack of empathy so profound
They give you a pedestal, never a crown
They give you a pedestal, never a crown
I'm proud of you, you world renowned
But your value to them, measured in pounds
They'll look inside for a ultra sound
But past that, it's "how you she look in a gown?"
She in the field, she on the ground
While these fat cats just lie around
Don't let 'em try to hide your crown
And don't let the bastards grind you down
Please

Written by:
Benton Stephens

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