GRIME

[Intro] Ah, nah-nah Ah, nah-nah [Verse 1] Well, I'm an alley cat, 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, fuck 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' Tha 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 mothafucker OD That outfit, that's a "No" for me If you gonna to do drugs, 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 shit is killin' people and it's overpriced Hit the club, get the bag, man, 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 [Instrumental Bridge] [Verse 2] I black out, stage dive right into the crowd, I never tap out And I ain't workin' for a fucking 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" Ooh-wee