Everything Grand
Live from the underground
Stunna on the beat it's time to really brawl
Niggas need to hack a Shaq, because I'm playing bully ball
Bars from O2 arena to Alice Tully Hall
Can't nobody fuck with the schema, I need my money tall
Eat beats, no wonder these other rappers' slim
Every bar got weight on it like I was at the gym
God flow, wonder if I'm dropping raps or hymns
The game stuck, you niggas plain suck, I'm tearing rapper limbs
The flow and cadence is peak for entertainment
The flow fire, it's not something you should play with
Y'all know the aim is the top straight from the basement
So now I'm paper chasing with musical arrangements
You think you fucking with me? You must be out your noodle
Demon flow, saints let me go, like Ralph Hassenhutl
I have no enemies, but only 'cuz my bouts are brutal
So now I'm here for guys to learn, like an account for Moodle
These folk dead only thing that's on my head is a crown
They burn bread I'm just tryna be the toast of the town
Tryna make all of my exes look like dummies and clowns
Yeah, I was sad you burned the bridge, but shit I'm over it now
I want, more money, more whips, more property
To make my momma feel like she just won a lottery
To live comfortably and spoil my Baby properly
To have bills be a minor afterthought to me
Stunna on the beat it's time to really brawl
Niggas need to hack a Shaq, because I'm playing bully ball
Bars from O2 arena to Alice Tully Hall
Can't nobody fuck with the schema, I need my money tall
Eat beats, no wonder these other rappers' slim
Every bar got weight on it like I was at the gym
God flow, wonder if I'm dropping raps or hymns
The game stuck, you niggas plain suck, I'm tearing rapper limbs
The flow and cadence is peak for entertainment
The flow fire, it's not something you should play with
Y'all know the aim is the top straight from the basement
So now I'm paper chasing with musical arrangements
You think you fucking with me? You must be out your noodle
Demon flow, saints let me go, like Ralph Hassenhutl
I have no enemies, but only 'cuz my bouts are brutal
So now I'm here for guys to learn, like an account for Moodle
These folk dead only thing that's on my head is a crown
They burn bread I'm just tryna be the toast of the town
Tryna make all of my exes look like dummies and clowns
Yeah, I was sad you burned the bridge, but shit I'm over it now
I want, more money, more whips, more property
To make my momma feel like she just won a lottery
To live comfortably and spoil my Baby properly
To have bills be a minor afterthought to me
Credits
Writer(s): Ifechukwu Agbasi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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