All The Time
Rappin' all the time man
Love it so much I keep my lyrics on my nightstand
Shout out to the critics (yeah, yo) raise my right hand
Ones on my feet, yeah you know I got the right brand
Fly down to the beach, got my toes in the white sand
Wouldn't wanna be nowhere else this what I planned
Why you tryna be me? Get ya nose out my life man
I ain't tryna see ya (nah) unless you know my friend
Shout out to my nieces and my nephews (yo) my fam
I bet you gonna be alright
Better days are comin' I just gotta get through the night
Got a couple fans poppin' out to an open mic
Oh you wanna dance but uh (ha) yeah you not my type
I got the upper hand now bitch so get out my sight
Watch my mouth? Fuckin' damn
Tell me how to live my life I'll turn right around and fuckin' jam
My dick inside you're fuckin' wife
"Yo, woah Griffin chill, what's the deal?
I don't know man just pissed off cuz
Most of the fake ones got a big office
See myself famous (yeah) so often
Shout to the Migos I'm 'bout to Takeoff bitch
Look at me go flow so flawless
Let that beat roll, yeah that shit knockin'
I'm a cheat code, always a problem
Watch out for these hoes, I'm on caution
Want that deepthroat, done with the drama
I can't hear nun', blah, blah, blah, bitch
Aye you say sum'? You know I'm locked in
Play some ball like Malone and Stockton
Pray I'll be on a song with Hopsin
Got my first chain just like Big Sean and
I'm not Jamaican (ha) but yah man
And y'all know
I stay
Yeah
Rappin' all the time man
Love it so much I keep my lyrics on my nightstand
Shout out to the critics (yeah, yo) raise my right hand
Ones on my feet, yeah you know I got the right brand
Fly down to the beach, got my toes in the white sand
Wouldn't wanna be nowhere else this what I planned
Why you tryna be me? Get ya nose out my life man
I ain't tryna see ya (nah) unless you know my friend
Shout out to my nieces and my nephews (yo) my fam
I got the right views in life
Shit was blurry, cleared it up
I was worried I'd be a forty somethin' year old bearded fuck
Now I'm on a track like Tory
Out my lane this a warning
I can't brake I'm "bout to floor it
I wake up (yeah) every mornin'
Make some bacon off recording
Got some friends and they support me
Nick, Phil, Jacob love you homies
(Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah)
I'm turnin' this shit up come on now
If you with me get the bong out
This girl Brittany pulled her thong down
Side chick Whitney took off her small gown
Third girl Sydnee make these balls bounce
Last bitch Lizzy gettin' tossed around
Yo it's lit get ready for the knockout
Steady aimed at ya head (pop, pop, blow)
Never, Never give up bitches
Seven, Seven, Seven digits
Heaven is the fuckin' mission
Dead end jobs I can't be gettin'
Weapons? Nah I spit my lyrics
Seconds on the clock they cheerin'
Stephen with the rock that's three in
Legend comin' up I'm speakin'
Feelin' good by the weekend
Bitch you know I'm
Bitch you know I'm
Rappin' all the time man
Love it so much I keep my lyrics on my nightstand
Shout out to the critics (yeah, yo) raise my right hand
Ones on my feet, yeah you know I got the right brand
Fly down to the beach, got my toes in the white sand
Wouldn't wanna be nowhere else this what I planned
Why you tryna be me? Get ya nose out my life man
I ain't tryna see ya (nah) unless you know my friend
Shout out to my nieces and my nephews (yo) my fam
Love it so much I keep my lyrics on my nightstand
Shout out to the critics (yeah, yo) raise my right hand
Ones on my feet, yeah you know I got the right brand
Fly down to the beach, got my toes in the white sand
Wouldn't wanna be nowhere else this what I planned
Why you tryna be me? Get ya nose out my life man
I ain't tryna see ya (nah) unless you know my friend
Shout out to my nieces and my nephews (yo) my fam
I bet you gonna be alright
Better days are comin' I just gotta get through the night
Got a couple fans poppin' out to an open mic
Oh you wanna dance but uh (ha) yeah you not my type
I got the upper hand now bitch so get out my sight
Watch my mouth? Fuckin' damn
Tell me how to live my life I'll turn right around and fuckin' jam
My dick inside you're fuckin' wife
"Yo, woah Griffin chill, what's the deal?
I don't know man just pissed off cuz
Most of the fake ones got a big office
See myself famous (yeah) so often
Shout to the Migos I'm 'bout to Takeoff bitch
Look at me go flow so flawless
Let that beat roll, yeah that shit knockin'
I'm a cheat code, always a problem
Watch out for these hoes, I'm on caution
Want that deepthroat, done with the drama
I can't hear nun', blah, blah, blah, bitch
Aye you say sum'? You know I'm locked in
Play some ball like Malone and Stockton
Pray I'll be on a song with Hopsin
Got my first chain just like Big Sean and
I'm not Jamaican (ha) but yah man
And y'all know
I stay
Yeah
Rappin' all the time man
Love it so much I keep my lyrics on my nightstand
Shout out to the critics (yeah, yo) raise my right hand
Ones on my feet, yeah you know I got the right brand
Fly down to the beach, got my toes in the white sand
Wouldn't wanna be nowhere else this what I planned
Why you tryna be me? Get ya nose out my life man
I ain't tryna see ya (nah) unless you know my friend
Shout out to my nieces and my nephews (yo) my fam
I got the right views in life
Shit was blurry, cleared it up
I was worried I'd be a forty somethin' year old bearded fuck
Now I'm on a track like Tory
Out my lane this a warning
I can't brake I'm "bout to floor it
I wake up (yeah) every mornin'
Make some bacon off recording
Got some friends and they support me
Nick, Phil, Jacob love you homies
(Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah)
I'm turnin' this shit up come on now
If you with me get the bong out
This girl Brittany pulled her thong down
Side chick Whitney took off her small gown
Third girl Sydnee make these balls bounce
Last bitch Lizzy gettin' tossed around
Yo it's lit get ready for the knockout
Steady aimed at ya head (pop, pop, blow)
Never, Never give up bitches
Seven, Seven, Seven digits
Heaven is the fuckin' mission
Dead end jobs I can't be gettin'
Weapons? Nah I spit my lyrics
Seconds on the clock they cheerin'
Stephen with the rock that's three in
Legend comin' up I'm speakin'
Feelin' good by the weekend
Bitch you know I'm
Bitch you know I'm
Rappin' all the time man
Love it so much I keep my lyrics on my nightstand
Shout out to the critics (yeah, yo) raise my right hand
Ones on my feet, yeah you know I got the right brand
Fly down to the beach, got my toes in the white sand
Wouldn't wanna be nowhere else this what I planned
Why you tryna be me? Get ya nose out my life man
I ain't tryna see ya (nah) unless you know my friend
Shout out to my nieces and my nephews (yo) my fam
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