Spirit of Griselda

[Chorus: Ragz Da Artist]

See I wake up every morning with my neck lit

Good morning beautiful to my current and next bitch

I'm counting hundreds, but I'm worried 'bout the next flip

Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless

She like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Spirit of Griselda in my еar, talking wreckless

She likе let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]

Silverback shit, allow me to keep it real

Shoe box full of money, way before a record deal

Gun loaded in the drore, gym start bagging raw

Back and forth to Baltimore, closest thing to heaven saw

Rubber band, no [?]

Get inside, close the door

Give him what he came here for

Let me know you need some more

Legend in this fucking game, now I do this music shit

Couple things new to me, Instagram [?]

Fake niggas been here, everybody acting rich

Before you can tigh them up, now you can't touch the bitch

Cameras pointed everywhere, everybody want a pic

Niggas wouldn't give me shit, I just [?] my dick

Vision good, no reading glass

I just want my season pass

Balling on you bitch niggas, put the goons on your ass

Shows, they be jam packed

Everybody, check this

Spirit of Griselda talking wreckless

[Chorus: Ragz Da Artist]

See I wake up every morning with my neck lit

Good morning beautiful to my current and next bitch

I'm counting hundreds, but I'm worried 'bout the next flip

Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless

She like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless

She like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

They think I'm rich, I'm back playing with Rugers

I'll buy a new piece every other month, just to answer rumors

I walk in and dap hands with shooters

Me and my right hand respected OG's, like Ralph Samson [?]

I still be up [?]

Those just facts, chest strap look like I'm playing the sacksaphone

Me and my dawgs was just catching bones

Now we get the racks and [?]

'Cause I'm too hungry to just relax at home

I wake up every morning, without a stane on me

Just these prison tattoos and all this pain on me

[?], and ask Duffle if I changed on him

They gon' tell you all I did is make a lane for him

[?] on the plate, turning commas into safe

Got the coke saran rapped in the bottom of the tank

Yeah I know those tricks, and really sold those bricks

Dope jumping six feet, just like a pogo stick, nigga

[Chorus: Ragz Da Artist]

See I wake up every morning with my neck lit

Good morning beautiful to my current and next bitch

I'm counting hundreds, but I'm worried 'bout the next flip

Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless

She like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless

She like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile

Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless