Lyrics Derrick Grace - Leo Mercer

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 (step up)
Now I got the power now I'm too aggressive (I'm too aggressive)
They wanna see you good, never doin better (doing better)
I'm running fast, hit the gas, niggah catch up (catch up)
In this world not of it (huh)
All the shit you enjoy I can't say I really love it (huh)
I ain't escaping from nothing (okay)
But all the pressure said it made a lot of dummies (here we go)

20 22 got a new gun, and that bitch is shiny (that bitch is shiny)
If you run up imma fuck you up, run that check like Nike (that check)
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 don't know you)
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 (aye)
Guessing change is necessary cause this not where I use to stay (aye)
Where is everybody, sacramento or LA (aye)
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 (step up)
Now I got the power now I'm too aggressive (I'm too aggressive)
They wanna see you good, never doin better (doing better)
I'm running fast, hit the gas, niggah catch up (catch up)
In this world not of it (huh)
All the shit you enjoy I can't say I really love it (huh)
I ain't escaping from nothing (okay)
But all the pressure said it made a lot of dummies (aye, aye)

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 ain't saying sorry)
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 to toe, nobody want smoke
They don't even know
Why they want it, fuck up they demons and 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 (step up)
Now I got the power now I'm too aggressive (I'm too aggressive)
They wanna see you good, never doin better (doing better)
I'm running fast, hit the gas, niggah catch up (catch up)
In this world not of it (huh)
All the shit you enjoy I can't say I really love it (huh)
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