Derrick Grace Lyrics

Aye, yeah

Aye, yeah

Aye, yeah

Aye

Use to (Used to)

Use to (Used to)

Use to call me sucka, said I need to step up

Now I got the power now I'm too aggressive

They wanna see you good, never doin better

I'm running fast, hit the gas, niggah catch up

In this world not of it

All the shit you enjoy I can't say I really love it

I ain't escaping from nothing

But all the pressure said it made a lot of dummies

20 22 got a new gun, and that bitch is shiny

If you run up imma fuck you up, run that check like Nike

We way past the hyphy

Can I see yo ID

Just cause you look just like me

Don't mean you is just like me

I be so many look just like me but they clones

Don't got no mind of they own, keep them Niggahs from yo zone

Had to learn the hard way, so I retreat to my cone

Said I got some shit yo say, put it in a couple songs

Then I'm back mobbing thru the bay

Guessing change is necessary cause this not where I use to stay,

Where is everybody, sacramento or LA

Not where they wanna be because it's pricey where i stay

My hometown go for millies, better keep yo money straight

This aint no section 8

These niggahs getting canned if the rent be coming late

I got too many babies all yo doe i gotta take

Gimme a millie boy imma get my family straight

Use to call me sucka, said I need to step up

Now I got the power now I'm too aggressive

They wanna see you good, never doin better

I'm running fast, hit the gas, niggah catch up

In this world not of it

All the shit you enjoy I can't say I really love it

I ain't escaping from nothing

But all the pressure said it made a lot of dummies

When I get rich, some of this shit go change you gotta feel me

Up Until then call me Derrick grace, acres in my city

Laid this shit hoe brick by brick, dry cement

I done said sorry enough, for me it ain't no time to repent

I'm sent, from the gods

Drop me from Bushrod

All against the odds

African Steve Jobs

Aye, oh

You ain't gotta go, You know you know

Circle small like a little O

Finger can't get through

I Don't put, no trust in these hoes, they put fa the gold

Yeah I know, play them other niggahs I keep you on yo toes

Toe 2 toe, nobody want smoke

They don't even know

Why they want it, fuck up they demons everyone I flaunt shit

Just me they think that I'm taunting

When I was 23 I was hungry

I done starved so much I got bony

I don't battle less I have to

My metabolism is haunted

I told myself, by the time I'm 30

Imma make it on my own terms

I ain't got no worries gang

Use to call me sucka, said I need to step up

Now I got the power now I'm too aggressive

They wanna see you good, never doin better

I'm running fast, hit the gas, niggah catch up

In this world not of it

All the shit you enjoy I can't say I really love it

I aint escaping from nothing

But all the pressure said it made a lot of dummies

Here we go

And just like that

Everything changed

At that terrible moment

In our hearts we knew

Our home was abandoned

Humanity, cattle

"Event Misery"

You tend to be more sympathetic towards people who aren't having a good time at a Gathering, even if you are

So you understand for whatever reason the person would rather be somewhere Somewhere else

Therefore, you respect there space

But you know how it feels