Lyrics Gronk - Empathy

I'm finna go hard for this one, cunt
This is for all you gronk fucks out there
Ahaha, look
Aye
You know I spit flame and you burn to match this
Problem is mane, you're all words, no action
Smoke somethin' nice then a verse gets raptured
Made her cum twice then we flip the mattress
Pass 'round liquor for the pain we bottle
We all want a bitch thicker, is our main rebuttal
I been missin' shit simpler, the old days euphoric
When I call, mates pick up and I thank 'em for it
Roll spliffs all night, with my chick on my side
Sit think 'bout a time, when we lit for the night
Now I blaze all day and my mates the same
I don't follow no path, had to pave my way
Pull up to my addy, yeah, just for a quick bone
She bring over the Cali and it's gettin' me stoned
Never been a Daddy, but she callin' me so
I been comin' for the bag like I'm Rocky Balbo-
Bring a bad bitch home for a freaky night
Honey skin gon' glow in the city lights
No stress, no dress, lemme hit it right
No hoes, gronk flows, man you been the type
Need a bag, or a boof we won't settle for none
(I promise I ain't one to fuck with)
Girl, we can shag in my room with a bottle of rum
(If I ain't bust, then she on the blocklist)
Never cough when I smoke
Iron lungs, not a joke
Take a toke, transpose to a different cosmos
'Cause I'm broke and I know that this shit is laced, yo
I don't mind if it's blow, yeah
That grade A coke
'Til my homes got foam 'round his mouth, shit's gross
We said, "Bro, thought you said that you done smoke the same dro?"
Packin' in another cone, goin' up in the smoke
Pop pussy on the go, rock the car like a boat
Always known that the kid was wired a lil' different
'Cause I've always been the type to attract defiant bitches
Daddy issues, drug issues
Sheet freak though
Pop a bottle, spill the pain that we've known
People switchin', different faces, I ain't checkin' my phone
Yeah, too busy with a life of my own
Yeah, it's life on the road
Yeah, this life I seem to spite it, I ain't changin' it though
Yeah, this life was made to party, brudda cut up the O
Roll spliffs all night, with my chick on my side
Whole clique to the right, new drip lookin' nice
Throwin' shade, ain't phased
Dark days brought rain
But the kid is built to last, smoke away that pain
Baby you can fuck me if you pull on my chain
Tell her that I love her, she ain't feelin' the same
What I gotta lose to stop feelin' this way?
Put yourself in my shoes, EMP all day, bitch
Bring a bad bitch home for a freaky night
Honey skin gon' glow in the city lights
No stress, no dress, lemme hit it right
No hoes, gronk flows, man you been the type
Need a bag, or a boof we won't settle for none
(I promise I ain't one to fuck with)
Girl, we can shag in my room with a bottle of rum
(If I ain't bust, then she on the blocklist)
(Motherfucker)
You cunts are fuckin' gronk