Nasty Gray Beef Juice
Anybody else wanna say something?
Torrey, Hold on, wait, hold on, wait, wait, hold on wait
DJ envy wait
We got a heavy weight in the building
And I know he thought he was gon' be slick and not say nothing
Last time that I checked
Life was like a game of fuckin chess
That's why I keep my foot up on they necks
Hungry then a bitch I need it next
Living in the Ville but rep Detroit
Started in the city don't hang ya boy
Veteran in rap, I been deployed
Dealing with some shit I can't avoid
Dealing with this thing up in my chest
Let it breathe, feel the pain
Different but I'm still the same
Down to Earth but I'm still insane
Step to me and you'll die in vain, fuck you mean
Got love for the cripples, bastard and broken things
Hopeless dreams and everything we will redeem
But talk is cheap, fuck with me and find ya peace
Said I ain't fuckin' with that bitch she say she need receipts
I threw the phone out the window
You ain't fuckin' with my pen flow
And depending how that wind blow
know some niggas doing drive bys
And I ain't talk art when I'm saying that that Van Gogh
Got some niggas you can call if you wanna hear a bitch talk
Damn this bitch a thug, she done taught me how to crip walk
Sent her to the streets and I told her it's her asphalt
Get it
Internal conflict, I'm feeling so distant
If you cross me once then it's fuck yo existence
I stopped overthinking, they don't even listen
Chasing that clout, should be chasing fulfillment
Lets keep it a million
I got some talent but I'm mostly resilient
Fuck ya feelings'
Torrey, Hold on, wait, hold on, wait, wait, hold on wait
DJ envy wait
We got a heavy weight in the building
And I know he thought he was gon' be slick and not say nothing
Last time that I checked
Life was like a game of fuckin chess
That's why I keep my foot up on they necks
Hungry then a bitch I need it next
Living in the Ville but rep Detroit
Started in the city don't hang ya boy
Veteran in rap, I been deployed
Dealing with some shit I can't avoid
Dealing with this thing up in my chest
Let it breathe, feel the pain
Different but I'm still the same
Down to Earth but I'm still insane
Step to me and you'll die in vain, fuck you mean
Got love for the cripples, bastard and broken things
Hopeless dreams and everything we will redeem
But talk is cheap, fuck with me and find ya peace
Said I ain't fuckin' with that bitch she say she need receipts
I threw the phone out the window
You ain't fuckin' with my pen flow
And depending how that wind blow
know some niggas doing drive bys
And I ain't talk art when I'm saying that that Van Gogh
Got some niggas you can call if you wanna hear a bitch talk
Damn this bitch a thug, she done taught me how to crip walk
Sent her to the streets and I told her it's her asphalt
Get it
Internal conflict, I'm feeling so distant
If you cross me once then it's fuck yo existence
I stopped overthinking, they don't even listen
Chasing that clout, should be chasing fulfillment
Lets keep it a million
I got some talent but I'm mostly resilient
Fuck ya feelings'
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Writer(s): Torrey Gray
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