Grin (feat. Pro P)

See the Grin on My face?
See me skinning a Jay that's Brimming with haze?
Nice to meet ya!
And while you digging in crates
I'm a hitting the vape till I'm twisted and baked
You like Reefa?
See the Grin on My face?
See me skinning a Jay that's Brimming with haze?
Nice to meet ya!
While you're dipping in scrapes
I grip it in weight and I shift it in eighths
You like Reefa?

Gelatos my weakness. I spark up and steam in
Discreetly keep Stardawg and Diesel in a jar I that I keep hid
My prerequisites are, if it hits hard then it's decent
I eat edibles, Garnish till I'm partially squeamish
Fucked
9 bar in my jeans, a bag of charge in my sneakers
Dust
I scarpered the scene, camouflaging my features
Trust
I'll Pack it properly and drop it off when it's dark in the evening
I'll Wrap it with coffee in the box to stop the parcel from reeking
That's the last of the crop after that half of amnesia
A grand for the lot, and I'm not a man to barter with either
Send cargos to regions afar and I'm frequent,
Embargo means jack when 10 bar's the agreement
The Street farmers in season in Carhartt and Adidas
Since my father retreated, I've sparred with my demons
A genius at the dark arts, I've many guarded secrets
Watch my profit margins increase in the Fenerbahçe sequence

See the Grin on My face?
See me skinning a Jay that's Brimming with haze?
Nice to meet ya!
And while you digging in crates,
I'm a hitting the vape till I'm twisted and baked
You like Reefa?
See the Grin on My face?
See me skinning a Jay that's Brimming with haze?
Nice to meet ya!
While you're dipping in scrapes,
I grip it in weight, and I shift it in eighths
You like Reefa?

I grip Biscotti and cream, my guys dropping at three
This grins not what it seems, it's a psychotic disease
I'm addicted
It's the reason that I'm Copping a z
It's prescription
I'm a fiend this 2nd oz in a week
The weed monger, my minds gone rotten. I'm tweaked
I need to find stronger narcotics than these
My breaths stinking
My eyes red, tan coffee I'm weak
My heads spinning
My minds wrecked, man's off for a key
I like my green with the leafs chopped so it's neat
Stocked in a smell proof box, kept discretely locked with a key
Secrets
The bread winner supply crops of the cheese
Seamless
Hedge trimmer provide chopping's and seeds
Send the sniffer dogs, let em off of their leads
Here doggy!
I got that Firedog in that Firedog, zip locked in my jeans
Hahahaha
Stay higher than a sky diver on Ayahuasca a fiend
In my street there's a waft, cos drying in the loft I've got weed

See the Grin on My face?
See me skinning a Jay that's Brimming with haze?
Nice to meet ya!
And while you digging in crates
I'm a hitting the vape till I'm twisted and baked
You like Reefa?
See the Grin on My face?
See me skinning a Jay that's Brimming with haze?
Nice to meet ya!
While you're dipping in scrapes
I grip it in weight and I shift it in eighths
You like Reefa?



Credits
Writer(s): Mathew Wheelhouse
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