paroles de chanson Grimy - Marcellis

Momma don't watch this
Game time
Game time

And I told my momma don't cause honestly she just too heavenly
But I just want a spot between Sway and Heather B
To spit fire like a demon or heathen
Whatever you call it, I'm still praying I'ma have a kingdom

Cause you been where I been, you come from the slums
You ain't ate what I ate, chicken drums with some crumbs
You don't know the city and the shit that I go through
But it made me tough, that's what Chicago do

It's a city where these motherfuckers come for your neck
Say you not famous till you flexing on Dex
So I'ma say this shit right now, so I don't gotta remind ya
I'm as G as the spot on your girls vagina

OG since a child, do you get that vision
I'm Benjamin Button and i'm in position
There's levels to this shit young Pippen
You's an amateur and I am mature, nigga it's just different

It's Illinois but you can't hear the S
Cause I stole that shit, then I slapped it on my chest
Now even Batman wouldn't fuck with this black man
Unless he want some black vans to his neck

Nigga I'm too slick like Rick in the bitch
I'm ruthless as shit when I spit
See if you take some Big and some Pac and mix em up in a pot
Top lift then this what you get

And I won't quit, until I got supernova's on my wrist
Until I got a coupe or rover as the whip
Until I got troops and soldiers, or a group of cobras
I'ma do like Hova, I'm the shit

Boy I'm the sauce
Boy I'm the boy who gone be big as Ross
Before the weight loss and cross fit
I lost this flow awe nigga I done fucked up

I'm doing me, I changed my life
And it feels so good
Oh you know, you know, you know, it'll never be the same
Oh you know, you know, you know it'll never be the same

So I'm changing it all until I get all the shit I desire
Breaking through the clouds,
that's why I'm pushing it higher and higher
Wonder why this motherfucker's constantly playing with fire
Cause I'm tryna take you niggas high and I'll be the supplier

So I'm living the dream of Luther King, pull it all on the wire
And you living the dream of Hakeem back when Jordan retired
So I'm stepping back up in this bitch with the brand new attire
And you motherfuckers out here really trying to find me
Nigga this is grimy

This is untimely, that remind me
Where was you at when I was hungry
Looking for all the bags of cash and money

And you motherfuckers acting like it's funny
Until you notice that this track is till lifeless
See when it comes to a homicide on the beat
Even Cain wasn't able to kill like this, that's real talk nigga

Somebody should have put this verse in Deuteronomy
Name and underground dude who can rhyme with me
My climate be too hot like Tupac in tube socks
Three sweaters and some leather jeans

Then go ahead and pour in the kerosene
Then you see this life I was made for it
Nigga you gotta fake for it, I got a face for it
So face forward or get dashed like a race tortoise

Racing faster chasing after greats
Baking rapper fakes, they out of shape
Hate to have to break and crack the safe
But face the master, they gone have to pay

Whatever music I make don't make the mistake
And say the boy can't rap, he'll put you in your place
So I'ma end this song just where I wanted
With my foot on its neck and a knife in its stomach

That's grimy