Grudge
Oh you like to throw stones
When you made yaself a glass house
Aw yeah
But you learning fast now
Im too high so I guess I'll let it pass now
But don't think you get a pass now
Ns straight talking to god on wax now
Oh you ns talking
Alright I don't hear a damn sound
Gotcha bh hot
Tried to take me for a damn clown
Know you see the limp
I'm skinny pimpin like I'm down south
Broke bs think they finna cash in when
Yves get bigger
Only loving on yaself
Don't fuck with me my na
Only moving hella stealthy in y-3 can ya dig it?
I just mix, match, and distort
Like I'm Magritte my na
I could paint ya whole shit
Like the sistine my na
Rendezvous of the gods
When I greet my ns
With the blind, leading blind
You can't see my picture, huh What
But you wanna be my na
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
No love thats my grudge yea
Had enough of my grudge yea
Im so done
Im so done yea
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
Five suicide attempts
Don't attempt to befriend me
When just a while ago
Ya came together tryna end me
Im seeing through right all ya faking
And ya envy
Now Ima kill ya whole damn future
Like a plan B
Fuck all on your bh like kama sutra
Don't ya tempt me
She gas me up but her tank is on empty
She make it sound like macaroni
Said its kraft daddy
But I'm adding up tryna stack it
Im a math addict
No we not on the same time
But I'll still ice a patek
I gotta give these hoes the blues
Man its so tragic
Took a couple L's
Bounced back now I'm back at it
King shit dressed in all silk or some fn satin
These ns washed up
Tied to go
Marcus Camby
Don't you ever try to tell saint marc
What he can be
Im so pretty, I'm so cute
I'm so fn handsome
Anti everything mind so fn frantic
But I'm at peace with the sh*t
Cause thats all I can be
Not at peace with yaself
Know you can't stand me
Check the stats
Me and you In a different standing
Fk the fake
This all me
Ain't no fn branding
Time to go
Gotta blast
Im not from this planet
Time is mine
She so fine that I crash landed
I don't mind
I'll be fine its my master planning
Do the most
Up my dose
Then I do my damage
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
No love thats my grudge yea
Had enough of my grudge yea
Im so done
Im so done yea
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
When you made yaself a glass house
Aw yeah
But you learning fast now
Im too high so I guess I'll let it pass now
But don't think you get a pass now
Ns straight talking to god on wax now
Oh you ns talking
Alright I don't hear a damn sound
Gotcha bh hot
Tried to take me for a damn clown
Know you see the limp
I'm skinny pimpin like I'm down south
Broke bs think they finna cash in when
Yves get bigger
Only loving on yaself
Don't fuck with me my na
Only moving hella stealthy in y-3 can ya dig it?
I just mix, match, and distort
Like I'm Magritte my na
I could paint ya whole shit
Like the sistine my na
Rendezvous of the gods
When I greet my ns
With the blind, leading blind
You can't see my picture, huh What
But you wanna be my na
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
No love thats my grudge yea
Had enough of my grudge yea
Im so done
Im so done yea
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
Five suicide attempts
Don't attempt to befriend me
When just a while ago
Ya came together tryna end me
Im seeing through right all ya faking
And ya envy
Now Ima kill ya whole damn future
Like a plan B
Fuck all on your bh like kama sutra
Don't ya tempt me
She gas me up but her tank is on empty
She make it sound like macaroni
Said its kraft daddy
But I'm adding up tryna stack it
Im a math addict
No we not on the same time
But I'll still ice a patek
I gotta give these hoes the blues
Man its so tragic
Took a couple L's
Bounced back now I'm back at it
King shit dressed in all silk or some fn satin
These ns washed up
Tied to go
Marcus Camby
Don't you ever try to tell saint marc
What he can be
Im so pretty, I'm so cute
I'm so fn handsome
Anti everything mind so fn frantic
But I'm at peace with the sh*t
Cause thats all I can be
Not at peace with yaself
Know you can't stand me
Check the stats
Me and you In a different standing
Fk the fake
This all me
Ain't no fn branding
Time to go
Gotta blast
Im not from this planet
Time is mine
She so fine that I crash landed
I don't mind
I'll be fine its my master planning
Do the most
Up my dose
Then I do my damage
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
No love thats my grudge yea
Had enough of my grudge yea
Im so done
Im so done yea
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
It get so lonely (awwww yea)
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Writer(s): Marcus Bryant
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