Say Grace N Eat

Third world country beast in this shit like
Who the fuck is Diltz
They ain't seen this shit coming like
Keep playing with me
Okay, woah (Prrr)
Ah one (Prrr)
Ah two (Prrr)
Ah one two three Go

Woah woah woah I'm tryna do right before it go wrong
Woah woah woah I gave all I had to prove i belong
Wash my hands then eat but I still watch the hands that eat with me
Most that say they really with me been snakes
Ion even wanna eat no more
My Ghetto been awfully hot (I know)
This flow is awfully hot (I know)
Keep talking you gonna get got
You either with me or you not
Shit blasé yeah blasé the popping and puffing
Been pulling on soul like a puppet
Hand on a gun and hand on a pill it's one or the other we popping

Up top I aspire to go, no boat but I run this wave like a sailor
Been fitted to fit in this spot
Might seem like a lot but my sister a tailor
Ain't beefing with no son of a gun
Tell 'em to run like a headless chicken
While I'm Chugging on rum
Baby told me that the bigger the better
You bet I'm tryna get better at bigger things
Plus better
Baby an (Yuh) baby an (Yeah) baby on wheew
Baby antagonizing on a nigga you know how I am
I ain't dealing with that I been running away from myself
Ain't been in a jail but brain is a cell
Hope my body don't sell for my record go sell
Hang up the cell, I'm making a sale
Yuh Say you my brodie my woadie but nigga you ain't ever proved it
Say she my lover and friend got a gift for making me lose it
I gave you my all on credit but brodie you ran it up
Gave her my all on credit now stuck with paying it off

My Ghetto been awfully hot (I know)
This flow is awfully hot (I know)
Keep talking you gonna get got
You either with me or you not
Shit blasé yeah blasé the popping and puffing
Been pulling on soul like a puppet
Hand on a gun and hand on a pill it's one or the other we popping

It's one or the we popping
You know I been hot even when I ain't dropping
My head, my shoulder and toes been carrying woes
Truth to god had to drop it
Now what I'm on, you can't even touch it
What I got, you never can cop it
Truth to God, you never could copy
Mmmm oh oh ohhhh mmmm



Credits
Writer(s): Moses Abasiene
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