[Intro]
I am Greytest
Ayy Kyd, make me a beat like
[Verse 1: Lil Muk]
It be something 'bout your vibe that be throwing me off
Middle fingers to the ones remember counting me out
If he speak up on my game, ain't gon' running your mouth
It won't never be the same, feel like I'm letting you down
They tried to kill me, had to tell 'em that I'm sticking around
Hallucinations of my homie when I'm facing the loud
I make mistakes, but this time I swear I'm making it count
We catch a casе, I shut my face, no, I ain't making a sound
You get abused by thе internet, no, I ain't into that
Tahoe tinted black, my flow sticking that
Catch him outside, grab that chopper and we spin it back
Free the Southside all my niggas, they was in a cell
Too many cameras like a dozen shots gon' fly out that car
Put respect up on my name, my son gotta carry it on
I cannot give you my heart, baby girl, 'cause half of it's gone
I been that nigga, I was wilding since the day was I born
I don't bite my tongue, that shit hurt
Been through pain, I'm a winner
Don't play no games with beginners
PB J was for dinner
I cut 'em off, hit the scissors
Too many times, I done been hurt
How can they not get the picture?
I got more shots than the Clippers
I told my mama that I got her so many times
I told my brother that I got him so many times
No, I can't trust you, all my life they told a nigga lies
We in this race and I'ma see him at the finish line
And pussy, I ain't got no rat
Nigga want that smoke, we pull up knocking off his hat
I remember Skimo told me it's a target on your back
They don't love me how they said, man, I know that that's a fact
And they gon' come for me one day, I put like thirty in my strap
And that still ain't enough
Don't give a fuck about your kid, why would you play with us?
Don't give a fuck 'bout what you did, we let them bangers bust
And if he really want that smoke, it can get dangerous
I am Greytest
Ayy Kyd, make me a beat like
[Verse 1: Lil Muk]
It be something 'bout your vibe that be throwing me off
Middle fingers to the ones remember counting me out
If he speak up on my game, ain't gon' running your mouth
It won't never be the same, feel like I'm letting you down
They tried to kill me, had to tell 'em that I'm sticking around
Hallucinations of my homie when I'm facing the loud
I make mistakes, but this time I swear I'm making it count
We catch a casе, I shut my face, no, I ain't making a sound
You get abused by thе internet, no, I ain't into that
Tahoe tinted black, my flow sticking that
Catch him outside, grab that chopper and we spin it back
Free the Southside all my niggas, they was in a cell
Too many cameras like a dozen shots gon' fly out that car
Put respect up on my name, my son gotta carry it on
I cannot give you my heart, baby girl, 'cause half of it's gone
I been that nigga, I was wilding since the day was I born
I don't bite my tongue, that shit hurt
Been through pain, I'm a winner
Don't play no games with beginners
PB J was for dinner
I cut 'em off, hit the scissors
Too many times, I done been hurt
How can they not get the picture?
I got more shots than the Clippers
I told my mama that I got her so many times
I told my brother that I got him so many times
No, I can't trust you, all my life they told a nigga lies
We in this race and I'ma see him at the finish line
And pussy, I ain't got no rat
Nigga want that smoke, we pull up knocking off his hat
I remember Skimo told me it's a target on your back
They don't love me how they said, man, I know that that's a fact
And they gon' come for me one day, I put like thirty in my strap
And that still ain't enough
Don't give a fuck about your kid, why would you play with us?
Don't give a fuck 'bout what you did, we let them bangers bust
And if he really want that smoke, it can get dangerous
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