Grit
Whole lotta room in the back of the booth
Body always stinkin like a gallon of hooch
I take 10 times 10
Spell 16 twice
That's how you find unmanuverable third dice
This all new shit call it strawberry Bisquick
I'm makin bread out of pavement and callin the homies to hop on some rap shit
This was a break from the norm
You never saw bray in this form
Whose here to say who's in the way
You bitches are worthless here's proof I have more
Your nothing to say says enough to me
I can tell by the eyes this is fun to thee
Back of the head there's a hole to see
MC Bray is feeling he
Got so much on his back like he atlas
Wishes he could be like the faxes
Hasn't even started his taxes
Oh my god
You see what's happenin
Moon made of cheddar I went there went broke
Look at this BA you see its no joke
But a matter of fact states I'm rappin
In fact I got more clout than you where you live at
I think it's time to let go
Who told me I don't know
The kid is a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over gut him up to the gills
I think it's time to let go
Who told me I don't know
The kid is a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over run him up to the hills
I think it's time to let go
Who told me I don't know
The kid is a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over then take what you will
Ain't showing off
Just makin paper
Two by two on the boats for labor
Piss in his ice tea
Lice in pet rock
Down at the shore your whole gang will flip flop
Big drop and a threat from teachers
Make you see that the worst was fuckin breezy
Heebie jeebies to your easy peazies
You don't know jack or Cookies meanings
Heat freak Imma piss you off
Watch me stay at home with the lights turned off
(Be gone evil one)
Play dead and move along
Takes breaks by the hour go and sing my songs
Cause I don't give a fuck about fixin these wrongs
I'm in the cut in the trunk with some tape on my arms
And once I get out I'm breakin you all
Papers Please
Don't claim a fake degree
Cause there's something to be said for moving this cheese
Thankfully there ain't much to see
And the worst of me wont take a hint to leave
I think it's time to let go
Who told me I don't know
The kid is a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over gut him up to the gills
I think it's time to let go
Who told me I don't know
The kid is a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over run him up to the hills
I think it's time to let go
Who told me I don't know
The kid is a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over then take what you will
Gimmie one for the city
And Three for the stars
And the guy at the the corner who took it too far
Catch a break, drop it, move a grape
Lost hope from the very first day
Back to back smack the truck up
Watch your mouth shut the fuck up
Come through with the crew that's how we do
With straps and bats we'll be aimin for you
I'm screamin the kid leave ya leakin
The back of the bus is where we be seated
Bad guy imma force you to vote for my mans right here if you don't
You'll spend the rest of your days in a 6 foot moat
My step back 3 will make you lose hope
Defense is unstoppable bro I'm 6 foot 3 do you really think you'll score?
Body always stinkin like a gallon of hooch
I take 10 times 10
Spell 16 twice
That's how you find unmanuverable third dice
This all new shit call it strawberry Bisquick
I'm makin bread out of pavement and callin the homies to hop on some rap shit
This was a break from the norm
You never saw bray in this form
Whose here to say who's in the way
You bitches are worthless here's proof I have more
Your nothing to say says enough to me
I can tell by the eyes this is fun to thee
Back of the head there's a hole to see
MC Bray is feeling he
Got so much on his back like he atlas
Wishes he could be like the faxes
Hasn't even started his taxes
Oh my god
You see what's happenin
Moon made of cheddar I went there went broke
Look at this BA you see its no joke
But a matter of fact states I'm rappin
In fact I got more clout than you where you live at
I think it's time to let go
Who told me I don't know
The kid is a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over gut him up to the gills
I think it's time to let go
Who told me I don't know
The kid is a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over run him up to the hills
I think it's time to let go
Who told me I don't know
The kid is a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over then take what you will
Ain't showing off
Just makin paper
Two by two on the boats for labor
Piss in his ice tea
Lice in pet rock
Down at the shore your whole gang will flip flop
Big drop and a threat from teachers
Make you see that the worst was fuckin breezy
Heebie jeebies to your easy peazies
You don't know jack or Cookies meanings
Heat freak Imma piss you off
Watch me stay at home with the lights turned off
(Be gone evil one)
Play dead and move along
Takes breaks by the hour go and sing my songs
Cause I don't give a fuck about fixin these wrongs
I'm in the cut in the trunk with some tape on my arms
And once I get out I'm breakin you all
Papers Please
Don't claim a fake degree
Cause there's something to be said for moving this cheese
Thankfully there ain't much to see
And the worst of me wont take a hint to leave
I think it's time to let go
Who told me I don't know
The kid is a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over gut him up to the gills
I think it's time to let go
Who told me I don't know
The kid is a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over run him up to the hills
I think it's time to let go
Who told me I don't know
The kid is a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over then take what you will
Gimmie one for the city
And Three for the stars
And the guy at the the corner who took it too far
Catch a break, drop it, move a grape
Lost hope from the very first day
Back to back smack the truck up
Watch your mouth shut the fuck up
Come through with the crew that's how we do
With straps and bats we'll be aimin for you
I'm screamin the kid leave ya leakin
The back of the bus is where we be seated
Bad guy imma force you to vote for my mans right here if you don't
You'll spend the rest of your days in a 6 foot moat
My step back 3 will make you lose hope
Defense is unstoppable bro I'm 6 foot 3 do you really think you'll score?
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Writer(s): Braden Stone
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