Lone Wolf Hysteria

G-R-E-Y (you did good, $lick)
G-R-E-Y (it's a smash)
G-R-E-Y
G-R-E-Y

Your favorite artist's biggest song's the one that fuckin' featured us
Us as in me and $crim, the ones who make your speakers bust (Grey, Grey, Grey)
The ones who make the reaper blush
I feel like Jesus Christ the way my sneakers rust (oh)
Nose bleedin' like I been snortin' bleacher dust (uh)

Now I've got the scent of blood (uh), now I know the hunts on (uh)
First you gotta find 'em, but I'll stick around until the drugs gone
It's always money over bitches, cashin' out from these love songs
They always want a handout, so I make sure I got my gloves on (uh)

Paved with sweat and blood, dropped a few tears along the way (along the way)
People come and go, but I ride for the ones that long to stay (that long to stay)
From dusk 'til dawn, I hibernate
From dawn til' dusk, I'll find a way
To leave my fuckin' mark on this world (Yung Wetto), and trace the mark in Grey

Dollars on my mind like I can't afford to think (afford to think)
Talkin' to myself like I can't afford a shrink
Never thought that I could love 'til I sipped on the drank, okay
Let me collect myself, smoke leaking out the Ghost like it came from Hell
Yeah, ugly, but I ball like I'm Tony Snell (North)
If we bidding over bitches then I bid farewell, huh, yeah (bye)

You know that shawty want a thug (yeah), I just want the drugs (yeah)
Surrounded by these hoes, prayin' for 'em in the club (Lord, help these bitches)
Show me where the love and I'll show you where it ain't
Just some bugs on my grill, steady fuckin' up my paint (Grey, Grey, Grey)

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