Lyrics Might Spaze (feat. Emazin) - Og Grip

I might just pass for no reason Would like to thank God
That I'm breathing
Ain't going nowhere
But still leaving Backwood packs I catch them like I'm receiving
Plus I got
No time for breaking even
(None of that)
Told Shorty
I'll be gone for the season
Riding down thirty five gone
Probably speeding
To the paper on my job
Like Steven
I'm on my way up way up
I cannot lay up lay up
Easy lay up lay up
You gotta pay up pay up
On a bag all winter
Just a ball in the summer
Hustle so hard
Like I'm playing on the thunder
(You too)
Yeah this that Westbrook glow
(Yeah)
Yeah this that textbook flow

(Ugh)
This that textile print
Crazy glow
This that best-out tint
That money smell
Y'all can call that mint
From hustling and grinding
And making it
From where I've been
Wild nigga
How he look so smooth
Quiet type
How he get them like he do
Make way
Real men coming through
No time for the Bs
These men shoot too
I was taught to go get it
By any means
Had to teach myself credit
Now that the money coming in
No need to get it
But I do cause a brother
Stayed way up on his pivot
Remember I ain't
Had no pot to piss in
No stove no homes
Just goals and vision
And niggas all said
I was tripping
Then they tried to jump in
When they see I'm winning
I don't trip I still love them
I just know I can't trust them
(Not at all)
Keep my distance
Keep it pushing bro
Stay focused on the future
Make it beautiful
(You know how it go)
You unusual
They ain't used to you
(They not)
God's time's the most beautiful
(It is)
That's what I say to the nigga
Staring at me
Every day in the mirror
When he ask we way up

Pray for us
They trying to break us
We unbreakable
Even though they said
One out of four of us
Wouldn't make it though
Skull and bones mafioso Pentecostal Primitive apostle Adolfo Candiaso
I write phenomenal novels
On wine bottles
Like a prisoner in Moscow
I shove a pencil
Inside your tonsils
Ted DiBiase he dead
If he cross me
Seen him coming out the lobby
Pushed him in front
Of the trolley
(Ugh)
Blood splatters another rapper
Becomes Casper Close casket
Now his jacket
Hanging from the rafters
I ordered the fat platter
At Jack Astor's
In the same green jacket
I wore to the masters
I'ma be here before and after
I'm in my own lane
I don't rap for the masses
I wrote my own chapter
I don't rap for the masters
I wrote my own chapter
(Im in my own lane)
(I wrote my own chapter)