Grimy Outside
Thru all the trials and tribulations I caught a sentence from
Where they moving metric tons, helping in the sections run
Homey said this trank is the new fetty, you should get you some
But I'm already making brick money, without no record sound
Just got another AR, the smoker walked up to the gray car
I served him a four, so he ain't take long
If you don't handle shit yourself, it always goes wrong
Everyone says that life goes on, except the dead guys
Flew back from Cali on a redeye, think I ain't getting mine?
They got me twisted like a bread tie
I don't regret relationships I had to et die
Bridges I had to set fire, I did it and I swam fine
I'm on a level that keeps elevating
Where killer want to impress me, and they be demonstrating
I owed the plug, I guess he fucked up, and then they sprayed him
I wasn't hating, I was just thankful that I never paid em
For real
Its grimy outside have your weapon in hand
Cause we might go to jail, but we'll never get jammed
Nothing lasts forever stack as much as you can
And when the pressures on, stick to the plan
Its grimy outside have your weapon in hand
Cause we might go to jail, but we'll never get jammed
Nothing lasts forever stack as much as you can
And when the pressures on, stick to the plan
Chopper reading the Bodega, let the nina blow
Ordered the chopped cheese, took the ATM machine to go
Op's love to hate the kid, and steal the flow
Shot up there favorite strip club bloody, and then I steal the dough
Finlandia swiss cheese your dome, leave you cold
I can see your suld screaming thru the bleeding holes
Really banana clip, everything I squeeze explodes
Hollows will crease your dome and leave you soaked like Jesus toes
I walk on water as well as one of my shows, throw your hands in the air
I got extra weed to throw
It's like an armed robbery, all you need to know is throw your hands in the air
You might get people smoked
When it come to being bold homey, we the most
Shine like the sun in the sky off of gleaming chrome
In this rap shit people treat me like the pope
A brand you can trust, junkies be fiending for the dope
Its grimy outside have your weapon in hand
Cause we might go to jail, but we'll never get jammed
Nothing lasts forever stack as much as you can
And when the pressures on, stick to the plan
Its grimy outside have your weapon in hand
Cause we might go to jail, but we'll never get jammed
Nothing lasts forever stack as much as you can
And when the pressures on, stick to the plan