grill season
Look
I got a habit of holding myself
To a standard of rappers who get all the clout
I used to have it but I couldn't rock with
Directions of messages I would put out
That was back when I would burn up some discs
Flex with the drip and the gold on the wrist
Talk with a girl get her back to the crib
Fast forward like an hour then regret what I did Lord
Have mercy I done changed up
Took it back to the roots repping where I came from
Used to work double time tryna get the name up
Same Griff but I wised up switching lanes up
This a message for the people
All the trash we elevating is evil
These the type of lyrics not for the sheeple
Gone for a minute but I'm back for the sequel
Young Griff
Look
I thought I lost it
My life was tragic
I battled depression was caught in the madness
Cuz I got a scary obsession of
Chasing the blessings I already have
Tryna keep up with a version I felt like I should be
And had some success but I didn't enjoy it
I was too focused and made a persona
That turned out to be something I couldn't roll with
I took the lessons and cope with the stress
And I tell myself this is a blessing
Trust in the Father and ask that he
Use all the struggles I live as a message
I was victim of the circumstances
Consequences from the poor decisions
Still blessed still breathing
Still eating grill season
I can admit it and share that I made some mistakes
That my sons and my daughter might not understand
I just pray they know I love them and never stop being their Dad
I done been fouled I done fouled people
I done rolled good I done toked evil
But I'm still blessed still breathing
Still living still eating
Grill Season
I got a habit of holding myself
To a standard of rappers who get all the clout
I used to have it but I couldn't rock with
Directions of messages I would put out
That was back when I would burn up some discs
Flex with the drip and the gold on the wrist
Talk with a girl get her back to the crib
Fast forward like an hour then regret what I did Lord
Forgive me
Grill Season
Look
I got a habit of holding myself
To a standard of rappers who get all the clout
I used to have it but I couldn't rock with
Directions of messages I would put out
That was back when I would burn up some discs
Flex with the drip and the gold on the wrist
Talk with a girl get her back to the crib
Fast forward like an hour then regret what I did Lord
Forgive me
Grill Season
Grill Season
I got a habit of holding myself
To a standard of rappers who get all the clout
I used to have it but I couldn't rock with
Directions of messages I would put out
That was back when I would burn up some discs
Flex with the drip and the gold on the wrist
Talk with a girl get her back to the crib
Fast forward like an hour then regret what I did Lord
Have mercy I done changed up
Took it back to the roots repping where I came from
Used to work double time tryna get the name up
Same Griff but I wised up switching lanes up
This a message for the people
All the trash we elevating is evil
These the type of lyrics not for the sheeple
Gone for a minute but I'm back for the sequel
Young Griff
Look
I thought I lost it
My life was tragic
I battled depression was caught in the madness
Cuz I got a scary obsession of
Chasing the blessings I already have
Tryna keep up with a version I felt like I should be
And had some success but I didn't enjoy it
I was too focused and made a persona
That turned out to be something I couldn't roll with
I took the lessons and cope with the stress
And I tell myself this is a blessing
Trust in the Father and ask that he
Use all the struggles I live as a message
I was victim of the circumstances
Consequences from the poor decisions
Still blessed still breathing
Still eating grill season
I can admit it and share that I made some mistakes
That my sons and my daughter might not understand
I just pray they know I love them and never stop being their Dad
I done been fouled I done fouled people
I done rolled good I done toked evil
But I'm still blessed still breathing
Still living still eating
Grill Season
I got a habit of holding myself
To a standard of rappers who get all the clout
I used to have it but I couldn't rock with
Directions of messages I would put out
That was back when I would burn up some discs
Flex with the drip and the gold on the wrist
Talk with a girl get her back to the crib
Fast forward like an hour then regret what I did Lord
Forgive me
Grill Season
Look
I got a habit of holding myself
To a standard of rappers who get all the clout
I used to have it but I couldn't rock with
Directions of messages I would put out
That was back when I would burn up some discs
Flex with the drip and the gold on the wrist
Talk with a girl get her back to the crib
Fast forward like an hour then regret what I did Lord
Forgive me
Grill Season
Grill Season
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Writer(s): Antoinne Griffin
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