GRANDIOSE GROSS
I spit it hard
Better call me a villain
It's all caps no cap
Cause you know I'm the illest
The realest
Meticulous with the raps
Stacking them high just like the '20 Nets
I'm who's next
Where's the check, uh
And necks bobbing along
To your favorite song
You better get a brace
'Fore you turn it on
And brace for impact it's
(Five, Four, Three, Two)
It's just the one and only Fulband.
I don't need a crew
It's just a one-man show
Beats and flows
Give him a computer and there he goes, on a roll
(Huh, he's on a roll)
The way I'm getting straight A's
I'm on the honor roll
I'm gonna win like the tortoise
But I ain't going slow
I'm speeding grooving and moving
You losing position
You wishing the mission was over
But you haven't died
You're still alive my only victims are my competition
No italics, be bold
Tell me straight up, don't fold
Don't erode when it counts most, grandiose gross
He leaves the show in amazing fashion
Blazing patterns
Slaying Saturn
Planet killer like the Death Star
This verse isn't filler, I got bars
The action I'm taking
You're sorely mistaken
Okay I might be lying
But trying's better than not
You miss none of the shots you don't take
But then what do you got?
Everybody wants to be a
(Success)
And with me that's not desire
I can't get any less
And respect my own talent
The matter of fact is
Nothing what I'm saying is solely for the biz
Y'all out here playing pretend
I'm out here trying to win
I made the shot
I'll do it again
Get with the pen
With ends that meet ends
And records that meet labels
Just like the hare and tortoise
Your career is a fable
New sound again
And I'm expecting to win
As I'm building my style
I'm perfecting the pen
I'm reloading the 16
Like it starts with an m
And my words are so holy
Like I'm speaking in hymns
Wait who dat boy?
Yeah, I am him
The one who gets the barbers buzzing
Without getting a trim
The one who's breaking barriers
You can call me Berlin
The one who's playing goofy rappers
Like an old accordion
(DOOM)
Yo, and I'm just taking my time
There ain't a rush to the top
When y'all falling behind
There ain't an ounce of competition
With y'all falling in line
You got some albums out
But they're not better than mine
Why are you trying?
You're steady lying working all on that come up
You got a kick and snare
But still got nothing you can drum up
You question if I'm better than you
Um yup
I started late but passed you on my way to the top
And I
Better call me a villain
It's all caps no cap
Cause you know I'm the illest
The realest
Meticulous with the raps
Stacking them high just like the '20 Nets
I'm who's next
Where's the check, uh
And necks bobbing along
To your favorite song
You better get a brace
'Fore you turn it on
And brace for impact it's
(Five, Four, Three, Two)
It's just the one and only Fulband.
I don't need a crew
It's just a one-man show
Beats and flows
Give him a computer and there he goes, on a roll
(Huh, he's on a roll)
The way I'm getting straight A's
I'm on the honor roll
I'm gonna win like the tortoise
But I ain't going slow
I'm speeding grooving and moving
You losing position
You wishing the mission was over
But you haven't died
You're still alive my only victims are my competition
No italics, be bold
Tell me straight up, don't fold
Don't erode when it counts most, grandiose gross
He leaves the show in amazing fashion
Blazing patterns
Slaying Saturn
Planet killer like the Death Star
This verse isn't filler, I got bars
The action I'm taking
You're sorely mistaken
Okay I might be lying
But trying's better than not
You miss none of the shots you don't take
But then what do you got?
Everybody wants to be a
(Success)
And with me that's not desire
I can't get any less
And respect my own talent
The matter of fact is
Nothing what I'm saying is solely for the biz
Y'all out here playing pretend
I'm out here trying to win
I made the shot
I'll do it again
Get with the pen
With ends that meet ends
And records that meet labels
Just like the hare and tortoise
Your career is a fable
New sound again
And I'm expecting to win
As I'm building my style
I'm perfecting the pen
I'm reloading the 16
Like it starts with an m
And my words are so holy
Like I'm speaking in hymns
Wait who dat boy?
Yeah, I am him
The one who gets the barbers buzzing
Without getting a trim
The one who's breaking barriers
You can call me Berlin
The one who's playing goofy rappers
Like an old accordion
(DOOM)
Yo, and I'm just taking my time
There ain't a rush to the top
When y'all falling behind
There ain't an ounce of competition
With y'all falling in line
You got some albums out
But they're not better than mine
Why are you trying?
You're steady lying working all on that come up
You got a kick and snare
But still got nothing you can drum up
You question if I'm better than you
Um yup
I started late but passed you on my way to the top
And I
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Writer(s): Gabriel Peters
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