Deliveries on the Grind

Lyrics

[Verse]
Minted cash in my FedEx bag, clockin' in at dawn,
Shift starts early, sky still yawnin', trucks roll on.
Packages stack tall, pyramid in the cargo bay,
Runnin' routes like a QB, touch down the broadway.

[Verse 2]
Grinding gears in the streets, dodgin' traffic snarls,
GPS barking commands, treat ‘em like prison bars.
Every box a story, hustle hidden in cardboard,
Crack of dawn till twilight, out here fighting hard wars.

[Chorus]
FedEx life, man, it ain't easy,
Deliver dreams, keep the zone breezy.
Clock never stops, till the boxes drop,
FedEx grind, man, it's all we got.

[Verse 3]
White van knight, city streets my domain,
Courier of dreams, keepin' it profane.
Barcode kingpin, scan and dash,
Droppin' parcels, chase that cash.

[Verse 4]
Piled-up deliveries, always on the clock,
Step into the jungles, never know who'll knock.
Package to the porch, keep the flow kinetic,
FedEx lines be epic, life frenetic.

[Bridge]
Shift's done, engine fades to silence,
Vibes flip, from chaos to resilience.
Hit the pillow, gotta rest these bones,
FedEx runs deep, engrained in old zones.