GRACE Lyrics

Hey hey, uh uh ye

Hehe, Hold, H-hol'on

(Hold on)

It's just dolphin jumpin

Out the big coupe with

Fifty thousand bands

So me & my crew

Be eating good food

Fukk the grams, haha

(Hehe)

Hey hey, grace (Woo)

Yea (Ay, ay, ay, ay)

Ay, ay, Grace, grace

We be on a race

Grace, grace, We be

On a race

Grace, grace, We be

On a race

Grace, grace, We be

On a race

I gotta race all day

To make sure

I find my pace to

Grace

I gotta make sure i

Goto space all day

To numb off my pain

When i can't complain

To no one

Game of the same with

Different stages or levels

On

No play, no game, No

Face, No case

Carry your cross while

I carry mine

If you get played you

Get laid broski

Brozay roll me up a

Doobie

Let me smoke it, Not

A bad guy

But we badt like the

Migos

Bad & boujie, deny the

Goods & weed

If you see the popo

Not a bad boy, But

I think i want more

Bags koko

We don't know shit, When

You talk about the police

Mm hm (Mmh, mmh)

Not a terrorist

But the po-lice keep

Terrorizing in the

Whole metropolis

So much pressure

Outside

So much pressure, So

Much stress, On the

Inside get the insight, from

The wrong side

Never judge a book by

The cover, wait, wait

(wait)

Never watch your goons

On the corner

If they striving, never

Ever laugh about it

Niqqa

Grace, grace, We be

On a race

Grace, grace, We be

On a race

Grace, grace, We be

On a race

We be on the race

We be on the race

(We be on the race)

Yeah, I'm shooting for

The stars

I'm singing, I'm dripping

In balmain

Them niqqas act silly

(Huh)

Nixxas wan man killy

Me ah, God

Just a white t-shirt with

A black jean

And I still kept it on

God

Amazing grace, amazing

Grace

How sweet is the sound

Out here in the cold

Street

I pray to the lord

My soul to keep, cause

I was in pain

And they never wanna

See me shine

But i'm racing heavy in

The rain

Cause i know, there's

Gonna be a sunshine

Turn this pain into

Champagne

Yeah, i got the grace

So it's not in vain

No face, no case, yeah

I'm really covered with

His grace, Thank you

God

I really got the grace

It's a hot sauce

Now niggas see me

Making hits & lick

Now they holla at me

Like a motherfukin

Ice cream man

Cause i grind like that

To shine like this

Making beats & sounds

Like this

Dancing with me, yeah

Everybody wanna be

A fan

But my roof ain't got

No top

Ceilings, ceilings, so i

Grind it up on the stove

So they can see me

Shining, shining, shiny

Bling bling

Cuddling with my dinero

Grace, grace, we be

On a race

Grace, grace, we be

On a race

Grace, grace, we be

On a race

Grace, grace, we be

On a race

Grace, grace, we be

On a race

Grace, grace, we be

On a race

(Grace, grace, we be

On a race)

Grace, grace, we be

On a race