Grace (feat. Hannah Got Raps)
(Statik Selektah)
Yeah
I seen day ones turn into the fake ones
Jump ship when they see the rain come
So I don't take nothin personal, love or hate
Tell me that you love me but really that's how you feel today
I know the game
Skin thick, shit is just business
I'm hopin that my son don't ever mess with a sick bitch
Used to give a fuck, haven't given a shit since
Chargin' full price plus tax and interest
I don't know you so I'm keepin my distance
Lotta y'all addicted to the attention
Couple likes now you really think that you big shit
There's more to life
Every day pickin up the pen, I got more to write
Stay a hundred through the big tests, I got all em right
Gettin cold, threw me on a hoodie for this autumn night
It's all good
I understand
Had to do some new shit, you had a plan
I see you on some new shit
You had to scram
I heard you caught the first flight out
I hope it land
But ain't shit changed for me
It's goin up everyday nigga basically
If it don't stick around then it ain't for me
I'm doin 50 in my own lane gracefully (gracefully, gracefully)
Growin up I was always taught to be tough about it
Take it personal, ego trippin, your judgment clouded
All that rah rah shit never amount to nothin
Fade in the sixth grade over a pair of blue Jays
The Lord workin on me
I done came far
Took losses, been down bad, grieved and gained scars
Walk of fame if you lookin for a gold scar
Grew up in the trenches surrounded by Escobars
More to life sipping Moroccan green tea
DND hit my phone twice if you need me
Marquis: Hannah Got Raps
First time I felt seen got me
God taught me how to take the back seat
Now that rah rah shit don't even press me
Movin with grace and forgiveness is now a flex to me
Why you operate in defense mode?
Projecting your fears if the internet tell it let's grow
It's all good
I understand
Had to do some new shit, you had a plan
I see you on some new shit
You had to scram
I heard you caught the first flight out
I hope it land yeah
But ain't shit changed for me
It's goin up everyday nigga basically
If it don't stick around then it ain't for me
I'm doin 50 in my own lane gracefully (gracefully, gracefully)
Yeah
I seen day ones turn into the fake ones
Jump ship when they see the rain come
So I don't take nothin personal, love or hate
Tell me that you love me but really that's how you feel today
I know the game
Skin thick, shit is just business
I'm hopin that my son don't ever mess with a sick bitch
Used to give a fuck, haven't given a shit since
Chargin' full price plus tax and interest
I don't know you so I'm keepin my distance
Lotta y'all addicted to the attention
Couple likes now you really think that you big shit
There's more to life
Every day pickin up the pen, I got more to write
Stay a hundred through the big tests, I got all em right
Gettin cold, threw me on a hoodie for this autumn night
It's all good
I understand
Had to do some new shit, you had a plan
I see you on some new shit
You had to scram
I heard you caught the first flight out
I hope it land
But ain't shit changed for me
It's goin up everyday nigga basically
If it don't stick around then it ain't for me
I'm doin 50 in my own lane gracefully (gracefully, gracefully)
Growin up I was always taught to be tough about it
Take it personal, ego trippin, your judgment clouded
All that rah rah shit never amount to nothin
Fade in the sixth grade over a pair of blue Jays
The Lord workin on me
I done came far
Took losses, been down bad, grieved and gained scars
Walk of fame if you lookin for a gold scar
Grew up in the trenches surrounded by Escobars
More to life sipping Moroccan green tea
DND hit my phone twice if you need me
Marquis: Hannah Got Raps
First time I felt seen got me
God taught me how to take the back seat
Now that rah rah shit don't even press me
Movin with grace and forgiveness is now a flex to me
Why you operate in defense mode?
Projecting your fears if the internet tell it let's grow
It's all good
I understand
Had to do some new shit, you had a plan
I see you on some new shit
You had to scram
I heard you caught the first flight out
I hope it land yeah
But ain't shit changed for me
It's goin up everyday nigga basically
If it don't stick around then it ain't for me
I'm doin 50 in my own lane gracefully (gracefully, gracefully)
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Baril, Avery Jones
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