On My Grizzy
I had to stand up on my grizzy had to get it in
I slam a stick up in this glizzy you not gone live again
I pray for those In penitentiary locked up In the pen
We lost some souls up in the ground that's not live again
I lost my granny to the clouds we not gone speak again
When I was down didn't hold me down so I can fuck with them
They lied to me left out I put my trust in them
I'm out the gym I'm stacking LEGO's to the Fucking rim
You talking cap I knock that label off your Fucking brim
It's Something special about this murder I get a rush for real
My mind froze like a double cup of slush with pills
Ain't got no soul I'm traumatized from off that stuff for real
I had to stand up on my grizzy had to get it in
I slam a stick up in this glizzy you not gone live again
I pray for those In penitentiary locked up n the pen
We lost some souls up n the ground that's not live again
I'm n my car I was starving I ain't have a meal
It's about that money I'm involved and i'm gone touch a mil
I blow this trumpet lay u down in this Fukin trunk
I'm on my grind all the time pockets got the mumps
I'm out my body double minded out this Fukin cup
Come lock me up lay me down n idgaf
I told some people hold me down they ain't give a fuck
I need my peace don't need you around when I live it up
I had to stand up on my grizzy had to get it in
I slam a stick up n this glizzy you not gone live again
I pray for those In penitentiary locked up n the pen
We lost some souls up n the ground that's not live again
I slam a stick up in this glizzy you not gone live again
I pray for those In penitentiary locked up In the pen
We lost some souls up in the ground that's not live again
I lost my granny to the clouds we not gone speak again
When I was down didn't hold me down so I can fuck with them
They lied to me left out I put my trust in them
I'm out the gym I'm stacking LEGO's to the Fucking rim
You talking cap I knock that label off your Fucking brim
It's Something special about this murder I get a rush for real
My mind froze like a double cup of slush with pills
Ain't got no soul I'm traumatized from off that stuff for real
I had to stand up on my grizzy had to get it in
I slam a stick up in this glizzy you not gone live again
I pray for those In penitentiary locked up n the pen
We lost some souls up n the ground that's not live again
I'm n my car I was starving I ain't have a meal
It's about that money I'm involved and i'm gone touch a mil
I blow this trumpet lay u down in this Fukin trunk
I'm on my grind all the time pockets got the mumps
I'm out my body double minded out this Fukin cup
Come lock me up lay me down n idgaf
I told some people hold me down they ain't give a fuck
I need my peace don't need you around when I live it up
I had to stand up on my grizzy had to get it in
I slam a stick up n this glizzy you not gone live again
I pray for those In penitentiary locked up n the pen
We lost some souls up n the ground that's not live again
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Writer(s): Jymar Hunter
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