The Grudge

You should've told me, I would've brought my headphones
Yeah, it just happened
Our French Bulldog dog can't get to everything, including its own shit
Fucking Jesus

Alright, alright, alright
Yeah
Alright

Alright, look, open this page in my book
So I can show you the effort and all the effort it took
Been this way from the jump, I'm a flower grown from the stump
If niggas is crisscrossed, then I'ma have to make them jump

And of course, I've been through nine to fives, dead end, turkey jive
Sleeping on the couches, you can see the burning in my eyes
Looking for some better days, but can't find no better ways
When my niggas see me, they like, user man, you better pray
Heard you caught a case, then erased all the prints
So when the police found out, there was no way to solve the shit

But that's just how the story comes, that's just how I let it play
Tongue is like a knife, you can shape it in the right way

Killing MCs and splitting them down the middle
Just to show you simple rappers how not to be simple
You tripping if you think a nigga having fun with riddles
But if you living, then you know it cannot be that simple

From the couches or the frequent baby mama drama
And the summer hot up in the city, I'ma need a llama
Take me to the water where a nigga feeling like Bahamas
And my lady wearing skimpy clothes, calling no pajamas
Man, I'ma kill it, keep it steady, stay ready, blessing this hook

You say I'm not the best, but it's apparent, just look what