The Thin Grey Line

Back in the house with a '94
(You did good, $lick)
(Grey-Grey Five Nine)
(Grey-Grey Five Nine)

I-I-I feel like Princess Peach, rose gold on my Mercedes (uh)
Rose gold on my bitch, lookin' like her name Mercedes (yeah, yeah)
I need a ho who down, one who'll ask, "What up, ladies?" (What up?)
Switched out the friendly smile, with a face that reads, "Fuck you, pay me" (two to beam up, Scotty)

Ain't got rabies, I just overdose off coke and dope
I know they hope I died (yeah, yeah)
My back is achin' from holdin' the underground
Down ever since we dropped "High Tide" (yeah, sheesh)
Standin' in my grave like I ain't 5'9 (grey)
One more minute 'til the hour's done, I'll take my time (fuck off)

Fake my pride, it's really all about state of mind
Reality reflectin' the state of your nervous system
Listenin' in on your bitchin', it sounds like you belong in the kitchen
I ain't got time (nah)
Sui-suicide made a whole culture that's based on dyin' (yeah)
Another cult member showed up early just so they could wait in line

Wetto in that TRX, higher than a upper deck
The way she suck my dick, I'm rubberneckin' at her rubber neck (yeah)
Christians holler, "What the heck?"
I call me to cut my check
Overdosin' off the dope and still ain't feelin' nothin' yet (okay, okay, okay) (two to beam up, Scotty)

Glock 19 with the red dot beam
Fuck rap, when I'm shootin', I'm at my best
Police come, take the AK out
Aim that motherfucker straight right at his chest (brrt)

Talking 'bout killin' got my dick gettin' hard
Smoke got me paranoid, so I smoke some more
When they bury me put the scripts in my jacket
Hoes in my casket, think I need four? (Yeah, yeah)

Oh, oh, oh, walkin' this beat (North)
Face lookin' like ain't nothin' I ain't seen (North, North)
Dogs in my lungs every time that I breathe (North, North)
I'm a fiend for the war, I'ma breed they can't be (North, North)

Say what I mean, lie when I speak (North, North)
If an opp die before we can meet (North, North)
I'll catch him in hell, and I'll send him to Heaven (North, North)
Not even his God can fuckin' protect him (North, North)
Got bitches that love me that I don't remember (North, North)
My gang members 'round me in every direction, it's su- (North, North)

(Grey-Grey Five Nine)



Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
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