Let's get to this shit, man
Grizz, ayy
I got Rollies, Pateks, and APs
Bitch, I used to shovel snow, cut grass, and rake leaves
I stopped poppin' real Percs, it's too many fake beans
Pretty bitch, but she ghetto as a pan of baked beans
I've been deep on my investin' shit
Free game, bro, if you don't know it, don't do it, I lost a lot of money testin' shit
Opps like them niggas in the Twitch chat, they catchin' clips
These niggas women, they catch attitudes and smack they lips
Actin' like they some gangsters, who raised y'all?
Bro just hit some shit and ran back home like baseball
Locked up, I wasn't playin', I was studyin' case law
Can't argue with no nigga, I'll pop or beat the brakes off
You hear me?
Ayy, but they still try to get to me
Hard to hear what niggas sayin' 'bout me from Italy
You gave her thousands, all that bitch needed was some Hennessy
JJ Fish & Chicken on the Glock, it hold a fifty-piece
Think they can fuck with me, them niggas off they meds
Run across the country, come back, make her run across the bed
Shorty cheat on me, I'm leavin', I ain't goin' across her head
Can't buy Chrome Heart for bro, that's too close to crossin' my mans
Go spin on them niggas, with us, it ain't gon' work
Pull up on us in a striker, you gon' pull off in a hearse
You want us to trust you, go do some shit you can't reverse
We wish y'all the best even though niggas wish us the worst
God's plan so perfect, it feel rehearsed
Some people will treat you like you worthless even though you turnt
Some people want you to have way less than you earned
I'm tryna do the world a favor, take 'em off the Earth
I'm tryna dodge TSA, take off in the Lear
Did first pitch for the Tigers, it was baseballs in my ear
Seen some cold shit, I throw the Rolls in park, baby, come here
Niggas entitled and ungrateful, bro, why they here?
Get them boys the fuck away from me
I dissect every word in your conversation, bitch, watch what you say to me
They ask what can they do for me, I tell 'em, "Pray for me"
And in them prayers, mention wifey, Baby Tee, and Jays for me
We used to play tag at the park
Who would've thought we'd be duckin' the task force and narcs?
Handcuffs was so fuckin' tight, I still got the marks
Any bitch I ever came across, I still got her heart
They ain't got mine, though, fuck it, call me selfish
Some shit hard to hear, I can't do nothin' 'bout the truth but tell it
Go and shut that gangster shit up, pussy, you was tellin'
Get your gun license through security, bro, you ain't no felon
The Lambo or SVJ (The SVJ)
Fuck the first of the month, we need a check every day
Askin' me what should they try, nigga, try everything
In the span of two months, I been on seven planes
Four private, three commercials
Spend your own money gettin' to me, bitch, I reimburse you
I'm from a place where the ones you love hurt you
Just like lean in a Sprite, I seen bodies turn purple (Turn cold)
You feel me?
You know?
Grizz
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