Da Grouch

Lyrics

This for the gang
Yea you see em twisting they fingers up
I'm from the Dirty, I live by the code
And keep this shit real as fuck
I got the diamonds they built lika stripper
N they working round books in a button up
I been shitting on these niggas, the janitor
Ain't gotta clean up the toilet much
This wat it is the jacket, the fitted
The coldest shit ever in the summertime
A champion, I'm talking trophies n rings
At the soup like its dinnertime
Bookey material, I'm here to collect
But this aint a 1 800 line
(Ima shark)
I brang the sand to the beach
And I leave out this hoe
Wita pool n a watertide
I know you proud of me, I'm on a come up,
N I dont need any help
The money is growing,
N my niggas eating
I want the title to win the belt
If this ain't the season,
Well make it our season
Spice it up, heat it up, make it melt
When the money is gone
I hope you in attendance, but nigga
Come see me before the bell
Excuse the pajamas
Man I ain't have time to get dress
But I'm sharper than Sundays best
I spent money witcha not on ya, you get it
But I cant be speaking for all the rest
They wanted a killa, I'm here
With my heart on my sleeve
With my foot n they fucking neck
Took a scar to the face,
Bump my head on the pavement,
N now at the top, I can tell you impress

Any rapper can get it, I'm craving the mic
Better get this right, when I come back in town
Fuck all the hating, I'll end ya tanite
I'm the truth, if i pull up, this shit'll go down
And fuck all that waiting, I ain't got the patience, the money been callin, I'm moving around
They spinning my records, you ain't gotta play em, just know you a bitch, I don't do this you

East End to def of me,
Gotta move carefully
I can't let none of you hoes
Get the best of me
If you got beef,
We want smoke n the recipe
I run with some felons, they crazy, need therapy
You know that you owe me,
Don't try to lil bro me
Ima do what I do
And can't nothing control me
My spot is remote, push a button,
It get ugly
You know ima beast,
Either hate it or love me
I could never love her,
Cause I gotta lady
I pull on her hair,
When I grip on the waist
My tongue in that pussy,
I love how it taste
Pull my dick out her throat,
And I bust on her face
Goat of my city, man this what it is
Drank in our cup,
Man you know what it is
Heat with the money,
It come with the brand
You play with the team
And I'm peeling yo shit
Don't fuck up the business,
Man keep it a brick
I got some niggas to feed in the click
Shoot me the paper, I'll send you a verse
I'm book till the winter,
If you reading this shit
Gamble on me and I'll make you a winner
I'm from the bottom, but aint no beginner
Diploma on the wall, got accepted to college
The money was calling, I had reconsidered

Any rapper can get it, I'm craving the mic
Better get this right, when I come back in town
Fuck all the hating, I'll end ya tanite
I'm the truth, if i pull up, this shit'll go down
And fuck all that waiting, I ain't got the patience, the money been callin, I'm moving around
They spinning my records, you ain't gotta play em, just know you a bitch, I don't do this you