Tha Gritty Side (feat. Jordo2x)

Aiyyo, aiyyo
I let it bubble, got you trapped in the face of a lone muzzle
Known to hustle, dealt with struggles
Taking yours with my muscle
Causing trouble to anyone who claim that they above who?
Train to rumble with anyone who throw names at my mother
That's word to mother and father, you birds with a flock
My flows impose murder and stoppage
I'm hurting your stocks
I learned to emerge to the top, by taking the underground
You heard the sounds that flourished a lot
Blazing 'em with the noun
And the verbs you spit are subpar, I shit on your squad
With lyrical tendencies formed, kill anyone involved
I storm thunders
Performing my enormous rebuttals
You only swarm when there's a jungle?
I'm formidably puzzled
I hit the shuffle button on the playlist
Y'all rappers basic
I was spitting bars in the basement
I lone to make it
Going places, that any man dream
Y'all still wearing panties
Applying Pantene, to your grand schemes?
You can't be a man, with some bitchy ambitions
I flip schisms, rip linen
I'm as real as it's given
I hit women, but you still in prison
Talking shit on my name and you know that it's given
I'm not playing and you know it's war
Know that it's on
You niggas is hors d'oeuvres, I'ma sing you a song
Matter of fact, I get a bird to hit you
With a couple of missiles
I don't care, you can get whoever with you
You know how I get on beats like this
It's Zeus, yeah, I'm coming with some real shit
Matter of fact, I don't care if these rappers'll kill shit
I don't care if they are the trap, I kill switch
And you know how I get on beats
I'ma get my nigga Jordo to put your niggas all to sleep
Or all to your seats
I don't give a fuck if you own some shit
I'ma still call you niggas a lease

Real nigga from the heart, I ain't made in the streets
I became a problem, now they stuck taming the beast
I ain't like my area, but I stay in the east
Even if he wasn't loyal, niggas still got a piece
Dick riding for a bitch, tell him get off my meat
Gas tank on E, fill it up and hop in the V
Focus on the T's, only money talking to me
If you ain't on your fucking shit, don't be talking to me
If you ain't fucking with the clique, don't be talking to me
They said I'm pressing by a bitch, you ain't talking 'bout me
Fuck around, stay to myself, I ain't talking for free
I be chilling, talk the wave, I'ma throw on the beat
Yeah, uh, and I'ma do it for my bro
Put the drugs down, I'ma do it for the coach
I ain't 'bout to rush it baby
We just gotta take it slow
One time ain't enough, you'll be coming back for more
I ain't 'bout to play no games, I just gotta get in mode
Keep on getting high, life gon' hit you with a low
They be looking real surprised, when I hit them with a flow
I ain't even gotta try, I would die for my goal
Yeah, yeah