Gray

Check my pockets, I see dead people, got a sixth sense
Money better than my old clique, got no missed friends
Always got me looking mad and keeping my fist clenched
Throw about fifty on a tee, that's half a lick spent

Thought you big but you only making small bucks
Heard that y'all ain't rock with me, so sad, I'm like aw shucks
Tell them all it's going down, everybody tall duck
How could it be all luck, I set it up like Sawchuck

And it only takes a second to see that ain't what it seems
Tired of you out here always like you living dreams
Acting like it's good, I took a peek behind the scenes
Not doing that for fun, I see for you it's just a means

To an end, I don't rap to make amends
I just talk about what I know, was never to go offend
But I might go and send, a few shots towards your friend
Because if I do then he need it, massive ego watch it bend

Making tunes all we do, driving by the ocean
Nothing new with my crew, just getting promotion
Want the blues and the views, can't be steady coasting
Just a little posting, I'm already boasting

Don't know what's the move, might just have to roll the dice
My fit all white, looking like a poltergeist
Saving all this cash, imma need to know the price
Always got the chicken all up in my bowl of rice

Now I got some food, put me in a good mood
Rapping ever stop, cooking up is what I could do
Probably would to, if I wasn't cold with it
Either that or writing movies, trying to make a motion pic

Somehow have to make it
I got hella aspirations
Soon achieving mass amazement
Every fit a fashion statement
By now I'm past impatient
Checked with all my calculations
Next half solely cash I'm making and the other half is waiting

Racking up hella kills on B O 2
Feeling how they gassing me up, C O 2
Friends like so their friends say I do D O 2
Now I got fake fans, fuck is we gon do

Making tunes all we do, driving by the ocean
Nothing new with my crew, just getting promotion
Want the blues and the views, can't be steady coasting
Just a little posting, I'm already boasting

Balling everyday regardless
Shooting deep, the jumper money, you can't guard this
Pushing weights got my arm stiff
Because I'm on some getting lucky with a charm shit

Balling everyday regardless
Shooting deep, the jumper money, you can't guard this
Pushing weights got my arm stiff
Because I'm on some getting lucky with a charm shit



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Writer(s): Harshawn B
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