German Heritage

Comin' in with 20 bands
Pack that shit in a Benz
Rolly on my wrist feel like a poor bitch
Flexin' on these pussies cause I'm the shit
Takin' lives feelin nothin
I am consumed by 666
Got my bags packed with Gucci and Ralph Lauren
German boys we roll up in the foreign
Zoomin' around in the Benz
No reason to get my money in tens
Got Ben Franklin on my bills
Fur coats keep me from gettin' the chills
Druggies think they calm when all they do is pop pills
Milli on my wrist when I'm in the studio
Bitch get out my face I feel like shootin' you
Always down for a girl with a nice ass
But if you got a big mass, I'll ask, please kill yourself
You don't know how to take care of your health
Maybe think about gettin' exercise
Instead of eatin' a large fry
Smell so bad you attract flies
Talk to my contacts makin' bulk buys
Lookin' for those tellin' straight lies
See that shit I won't let it fly
Grant GSus used to wanna drive a Rolls Royce
But now I kinda wanna be a stance boy
Luxury Royalty, it's my life
No longer a fantasy
Keepin' my friends close but I always near my enemies
I don't need gas I just filled up
I don't need gas I just bought some
Feds always tryna find a way to fuck you
Fuck you
Plastic bags call it intent to sell
They send you to their own version of hell
Take your pride throw you in a cell
A box where no light shines
Nowhere to hide
Thinking your fine
You're really losing your mind
For some petty crime
Servin time
Everywhere you step in there it's like a land mine
Say it's helpful to man kind
Why not issue a damn fine
Make that shit legal
It's not like it can take someone's life
Ask the feds that they need to use a life line
And the news keep you out the headlines
Wonderin' if you'll ever be out to continue your blood line
I'm a rapper with a flow that has its own design, redefined
I just wanna be on the front line
Grant GSus out bitch



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Writer(s): Grant Gsus
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