Grit ft. Smith.b Lyrics

Whole lotta room in the back of the booth

Body always stinkin like a gallon of hooch

I take 10 times 10

Spell 16 twice

That's how you find unmanuverable third dice

This all new shit call it strawberry Bisquick

I'm makin bread out of pavement and callin the homies to hop on some rap shit

This was a break from the norm

You never saw bray in this form

Whose here to say who's in the way

You bitches are worthless here's proof I have more

Your nothing to say says enough to me

I can tell by the eyes this is fun to thee

Back of the head there's a hole to see

MC Bray is feeling he

Got so much on his back like he atlas

Wishes he could be like the faxes

Hasn't even started his taxes

Oh my god

You see what's happenin

Moon made of cheddar I went there went broke

Look at this BA you see its no joke

But a matter of fact states I'm rappin

In fact I got more clout than you where you live at

I think it's time to let go

Who told me I don't know

The kid is a true piece of filth

Roll his ass over gut him up to the gills

I think it's time to let go

Who told me I don't know

The kid is a true piece of filth

Roll his ass over run him up to the hills

I think it's time to let go

Who told me I don't know

The kid is a true piece of filth

Roll his ass over then take what you will

Ain't showing off

Just makin paper

Two by two on the boats for labor

Piss in his ice tea

Lice in pet rock

Down at the shore your whole gang will flip flop

Big drop and a threat from teachers

Make you see that the worst was fuckin breezy

Heebie jeebies to your easy peazies

You don't know jack or Cookies meanings

Heat freak Imma piss you off

Watch me stay at home with the lights turned off

(Be gone evil one)

Play dead and move along

Takes breaks by the hour go and sing my songs

Cause I don't give a fuck about fixin these wrongs

I'm in the cut in the trunk with some tape on my arms

And once I get out I'm breakin you all

Papers Please

Don't claim a fake degree

Cause there's something to be said for moving this cheese

Thankfully there ain't much to see

And the worst of me wont take a hint to leave

I think it's time to let go

Who told me I don't know

The kid is a true piece of filth

Roll his ass over gut him up to the gills

I think it's time to let go

Who told me I don't know

The kid is a true piece of filth

Roll his ass over run him up to the hills

I think it's time to let go

Who told me I don't know

The kid is a true piece of filth

Roll his ass over then take what you will

Gimmie one for the city

And Three for the stars

And the guy at the the corner who took it too far

Catch a break, drop it, move a grape

Lost hope from the very first day

Back to back smack the truck up

Watch your mouth shut the fuck up

Come through with the crew that's how we do

With straps and bats we'll be aimin for you

I'm screamin the kid leave ya leakin

The back of the bus is where we be seated

Bad guy imma force you to vote for my mans right here if you don't

You'll spend the rest of your days in a 6 foot moat

My step back 3 will make you lose hope

Defense is unstoppable bro I'm 6 foot 3 do you really think you'll score?