Gritz
This shit a bowl of gritz don't hurt ya noodle
I'm floating the flow don't exist
Boy these not doodles I'm painting the bigger picture slick
Like my brush stroke, gone be the days
Never paid now I'm cut throat lost in a daze all night
I been up folk, leave ya ass scrambled
Head cracked think you gettin yoked
How many times I say I'm hella black, Shit I dont know
I'm keep on yellin out facts like put me in coach
Been broke, still broke ain't shit change
Added up pockets scarping hope my crumbs might cake
Grindstone always rollin tryna shape a couple things
Need vacation wit bae waiting for drinks on trays
We could sleep all day sun kissed in my fathers image
Sweet as parfait sunset where the water glisten
Californicate in the hills how we keep our distance
Know I got drive like skrrr fire all my pistons
God my witness I'm round up all his children
Fly away to never land rivers running gold wit riches
All my women queens wit interests all my kings is kings cemented
Living out my dreams it's vivid blue eyed devils
Got em livid got em livid
Tossing back the wealth fuck the bullshit one percent it
Hit the stu had to grab my belt had to whoop on niggas
Now I'm back young and proud as Kyla Pratt
Lurking where the dollas Circulate like I want all of that
All of that
...
I was my room while my moms in the kitchen
Cooking up the grits while I watch television
White parents pay they kids to get good grades and then listen
While I wonder like all the time why dad aint pay me visit
My dad majored in women and they intuition
My brother went to school did he pay they tuition
And when I grew up I didn't get into wishin
Cause birthday cakes werent the same if your whole family is missin
Granny blow me some kisses on telephones from a distance
After boxes of candy she sent for me and my siblings
After we moved out the country based on mamas decisions
She wanted better for us from the way we were livin
Damn times is fly, like when I turned 25
Blink once then twice then I'll be 35
Blink three then 4 then I'll be 44
Will I get me some kids maybe a girl or a boy
Before the fourth of july, before i would decide
I would move to LA just so I could find me a sign
Before I went to the hills, just so that I could hide
I took a look in the mirror and asked who is that guy
My nigga
I'm floating the flow don't exist
Boy these not doodles I'm painting the bigger picture slick
Like my brush stroke, gone be the days
Never paid now I'm cut throat lost in a daze all night
I been up folk, leave ya ass scrambled
Head cracked think you gettin yoked
How many times I say I'm hella black, Shit I dont know
I'm keep on yellin out facts like put me in coach
Been broke, still broke ain't shit change
Added up pockets scarping hope my crumbs might cake
Grindstone always rollin tryna shape a couple things
Need vacation wit bae waiting for drinks on trays
We could sleep all day sun kissed in my fathers image
Sweet as parfait sunset where the water glisten
Californicate in the hills how we keep our distance
Know I got drive like skrrr fire all my pistons
God my witness I'm round up all his children
Fly away to never land rivers running gold wit riches
All my women queens wit interests all my kings is kings cemented
Living out my dreams it's vivid blue eyed devils
Got em livid got em livid
Tossing back the wealth fuck the bullshit one percent it
Hit the stu had to grab my belt had to whoop on niggas
Now I'm back young and proud as Kyla Pratt
Lurking where the dollas Circulate like I want all of that
All of that
...
I was my room while my moms in the kitchen
Cooking up the grits while I watch television
White parents pay they kids to get good grades and then listen
While I wonder like all the time why dad aint pay me visit
My dad majored in women and they intuition
My brother went to school did he pay they tuition
And when I grew up I didn't get into wishin
Cause birthday cakes werent the same if your whole family is missin
Granny blow me some kisses on telephones from a distance
After boxes of candy she sent for me and my siblings
After we moved out the country based on mamas decisions
She wanted better for us from the way we were livin
Damn times is fly, like when I turned 25
Blink once then twice then I'll be 35
Blink three then 4 then I'll be 44
Will I get me some kids maybe a girl or a boy
Before the fourth of july, before i would decide
I would move to LA just so I could find me a sign
Before I went to the hills, just so that I could hide
I took a look in the mirror and asked who is that guy
My nigga
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Writer(s): David Wood, Salih Mekki
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