[Intro: Jae Skeese]
Uh
I'm not the usual I go against the grain
I'm not the usual I go against the grain (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Jae Skeese]
I was on my mission for money
Hella things was coming secondary, like the month of February
Fake and snake vibes, you never catch 'em near me
As far as rap, I bury cats like pet cemetery
Still ain't universally accepted
Yeah, this lesson sketched up in my theories
It's cool, I keep it smoother than the leathers in the seven series
Ain't no stress you hear me
My shorty asked me, "Where you think this gift of God will get you?"
I said around the world, we travel cities packin' venues
These ain't no corny bars, these raps official
They [?] just like a canvas shoppin' bag that's packed with raps and nickels
I put that on my dad's initials
I'm from the hood where brother brandish pistols over petty beef and standard issues
So our physical interactions it wouldn't be safe and handshakes, you never know which one could be your last day
And life ain't all peaches and cream and crab cakes, that's why I hustle hard
Things ain't working out when you stuck in some bad shapes
My brother's fours up, that bond is unbreakable
It's unmistakable, there's so much love it's unexplainable
Look, the eyes see what they've been trained to view, my God never blessed me with a basic view
Watch where imma take this to
Uh
I'm not the usual I go against the grain
I'm not the usual I go against the grain (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Jae Skeese]
I was on my mission for money
Hella things was coming secondary, like the month of February
Fake and snake vibes, you never catch 'em near me
As far as rap, I bury cats like pet cemetery
Still ain't universally accepted
Yeah, this lesson sketched up in my theories
It's cool, I keep it smoother than the leathers in the seven series
Ain't no stress you hear me
My shorty asked me, "Where you think this gift of God will get you?"
I said around the world, we travel cities packin' venues
These ain't no corny bars, these raps official
They [?] just like a canvas shoppin' bag that's packed with raps and nickels
I put that on my dad's initials
I'm from the hood where brother brandish pistols over petty beef and standard issues
So our physical interactions it wouldn't be safe and handshakes, you never know which one could be your last day
And life ain't all peaches and cream and crab cakes, that's why I hustle hard
Things ain't working out when you stuck in some bad shapes
My brother's fours up, that bond is unbreakable
It's unmistakable, there's so much love it's unexplainable
Look, the eyes see what they've been trained to view, my God never blessed me with a basic view
Watch where imma take this to
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