GRIME (Explicit)

Composed by：Ben Haggerty/Joshua "Budo" Karp/Tyler Andrews

Ah nah nah

Ah nah nah

Well I'm an alleycat some say a dirty rat

On my side is my gat but I'm lyin' 'bout that

Still bumpin' buckshot trench coat all in matte black

Hat with the curls bangin' right out the back

Facts I dive in open eyelids **** a silence

Big pharma rest in piss and get the heisman

Look in my iris see the trips where I been

Anti pill bottle pro psilocybin

Still buyin' bootleg Gucci from China

Donate most but still throw it on consignment

Red carpet jeff goldblum's behind us

And they ain't got a clue that these ain't real diamonds

Don't turn me back to the old me

Backpack rappin' and battlin' back in oly

I was studyin' the carter one right after 03

Marinara brick oven on the terrace with the goat cheese

You flatbread from panera don't approach me

Coasting

David blaine on that beat floatin'

Ogs don't make a ********** OD

That outfit that's a no for me

If you gonna to do *** I can suggest some

But I wouldn't spend that much of your money on codeine

I ain't judgin' enjoy your life

But that **** is killin' people and it's overpriced

Hit the club get the bagman I know that's right

But let me teach you youngbloods

How to hold the mic I'm older right

Never had a poltergeist and still

Slap a rapper like a white dolemite ah

I black out stage dive right

Into the crowd I never tap out

And I ain't workin' for a ****ing suit so don't ask now

That's why I always speak my mind and never back down

Since pac was behind shock up in the background

Shh shh shh watch the cops

Started to rap because I cannot pop and lock

Went from sellin' nicks in a knot in my sock

To sellin' out arenas where the knicks throw up shots

Goddamn that's a hell of a come up

European festival money that's a hell of a summer

I remember they were sayin' I'd be a one hit wonder

Forty platinum later boy

They were wrong 'bout the number nah nah

I'm so focused the pen is so potent

The beachfront look like I own the whole ocean

Pull up in that skrrt skrrt the door opens

The mink coat draggin' on the floor I ain't even notice

These rappers so emotive grown men emoji

Face cryin' all on their socials

And I ain't hatin' I guess I'm just old school

We suppress feelings and scrapped right after homeroom

Old gold OJ and some cold shrooms

Twenty ounce of faygo to go with the soul food

Look what I made off of protools

Still remind pops aw man yeah I told you

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