Holy Grail
Yeah Nigga
Nigga we can hit about it
Nigga we can hit about it
Niggas start dying when it get Sunny
Every time they check the scoreboard its a different number
Stack of Blues in my pockets that's my favorite color
The way this shit been going niggas might not see the summer
Be patient Ken we'll kill these niggas in the winter time
Feds won't be expecting it it's Christmas time and niggas dying
Bunch of bitches crying Kleenex boxes and some chicken frying
Seen my daddy die in front of my eyes and got desensitized
On the road everyday we got them Trenches hot
Bro beat a body I'm just glad he ain't get penalized
RIP bro it left me teary eyed
I don't know how to feel inside
You was my brother now you sitting on the witness side
New Glock I feel like Tupac I live a thug life
That choppa stuffed right inside trench I feel like Suge Knight
Beat a nigga ass up in the studio I'm Young Mike
I know you ain't no shooter I can tell cuz you don't clutch right
The SK keep shaking out the back seat
100 Shots that's at least, we clap heat, niggas running like its a track meet
You don't pop shit you a athlete, shooting Nets like Kyrie
Made 100 in the Quarantine got my hands in everything
Had dog, did fraud, got bows for lows, I did it all
Won't never catch me beefing on the net fuck I got hittas for
Fuck you niggas thought, yo family chalked just for a brick of soft
Just like the old block I get involved I guess they chipped me off
Brodie pull up shooting like a camera man
Got choppas like the Taliban
Its a lot of guns in the Caravan
Bro be scraping til its off the pan
Im sending shots if we bump heads
These niggas really aint dropping shit but taking cred
On the road wit 20 tryna turn it to a 50
Got a random bitch with me going in to get the gifties
If you aint with me you against me
Real shooter boy don't tempt me
Im a GOAT call me Billy
Im bouta drop a Richard Millie
Bro drop a Richard Millie Ima cop a box in all 50's
Counting up 2000 50'smoving quickly getting dizzy
Im the reincarnated Nipsey but my life is kinda risky
Goodfella Hoodfella moving bows and rocking Trenchies
You lil niggas aint my opposition
You cant even cop a bow how the fuck is you my competition
Don't say my name if you don't mention the mob in a sentence
A to the men but then again yeah the Choppa relentless
It get religious it say Holy Grail, Amen
My stomach hit the floor every time I think I see a raid van
Touch down on the low call bro phone we do the blade dance
Don't think you know what you don't know cuz Im a made man
Nigga we can hit about it
Nigga we can hit about it
Niggas start dying when it get Sunny
Every time they check the scoreboard its a different number
Stack of Blues in my pockets that's my favorite color
The way this shit been going niggas might not see the summer
Be patient Ken we'll kill these niggas in the winter time
Feds won't be expecting it it's Christmas time and niggas dying
Bunch of bitches crying Kleenex boxes and some chicken frying
Seen my daddy die in front of my eyes and got desensitized
On the road everyday we got them Trenches hot
Bro beat a body I'm just glad he ain't get penalized
RIP bro it left me teary eyed
I don't know how to feel inside
You was my brother now you sitting on the witness side
New Glock I feel like Tupac I live a thug life
That choppa stuffed right inside trench I feel like Suge Knight
Beat a nigga ass up in the studio I'm Young Mike
I know you ain't no shooter I can tell cuz you don't clutch right
The SK keep shaking out the back seat
100 Shots that's at least, we clap heat, niggas running like its a track meet
You don't pop shit you a athlete, shooting Nets like Kyrie
Made 100 in the Quarantine got my hands in everything
Had dog, did fraud, got bows for lows, I did it all
Won't never catch me beefing on the net fuck I got hittas for
Fuck you niggas thought, yo family chalked just for a brick of soft
Just like the old block I get involved I guess they chipped me off
Brodie pull up shooting like a camera man
Got choppas like the Taliban
Its a lot of guns in the Caravan
Bro be scraping til its off the pan
Im sending shots if we bump heads
These niggas really aint dropping shit but taking cred
On the road wit 20 tryna turn it to a 50
Got a random bitch with me going in to get the gifties
If you aint with me you against me
Real shooter boy don't tempt me
Im a GOAT call me Billy
Im bouta drop a Richard Millie
Bro drop a Richard Millie Ima cop a box in all 50's
Counting up 2000 50'smoving quickly getting dizzy
Im the reincarnated Nipsey but my life is kinda risky
Goodfella Hoodfella moving bows and rocking Trenchies
You lil niggas aint my opposition
You cant even cop a bow how the fuck is you my competition
Don't say my name if you don't mention the mob in a sentence
A to the men but then again yeah the Choppa relentless
It get religious it say Holy Grail, Amen
My stomach hit the floor every time I think I see a raid van
Touch down on the low call bro phone we do the blade dance
Don't think you know what you don't know cuz Im a made man
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Daniels
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