Lyrics The Grinch - AP.9

Shit (Shit)
Nigga (Nigga)
Good (Good)
Gotta (Get a)
The Grinch (The Grinch)
Living like the gangstas do (The Grinch)
Nigga
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
Convinced that I'm the truth
And I ain't nothing but a G
Check the pedigree
You can check the bottom fouls
Did a book about my niggas
Call the mob, it's going bow
BB in them streets
Why you suckers in them houses?
Trying to get this money
While the fiends is always shouting
Yelling for their yayo
Never would've saved hoes
And I don't talk to policemen
I put that on my halo
Back when I was young
Something like around sixteen
I got my first job cooking birds up in the kitchen
Then I got addicted
So I couldn't stop it
Back up on the block
That's where I cooked it and then I rocked it
Born up in a system
My brothers and my sisters
We all got separated so they label me the Grinchen
What the fuck is holidays?
I came up from the bottom, A
I need a set of wheels
So I jacked them for that polem, ey
Now I'm riding something clean
Living like the gangstas do
Robbin' all these niggas
I don't give a fuck
I think it's cool
And I never stayed in school
I was always ditching class
Trying to get my money
Trying to get a piece of ass
Nigga, this the good life
I tell you, this the good life
I tell you 'bout my aunties and my uncles
They be on the pipe
Smoking till they brain gone
Shootin' up that heroin
The life up in my household
Take a look and zero in
You can see the rash running
You can see the roaches crawling
Felix Mitchell had the coke
The reason why these niggas ballin'
I was just a grimy nigga
Guess where you can find me, nigga
I be right there on the block
The little nigga getting skrilla
You can tell I been a G
You can tell my life was hard
Look at all these bullet wounds
All o'er my body
Full of scars
Nigga
Yeah
The Grinch
The Grinch