Graymatter

Oooo they hate it, fuck is 7xve They debate it
And rate it, nah it's a dub, broke irritated and waited
10 cock sucks and 3 fucks
2 embarrassments, 1 shameful move for a bluff
These niggas never gone be shit but a bitch Yep they pillow talk
That's how my bitches know who a lick and who gon let it off
I play the boss mean I set up quick and write it off
Mazel tov, mission make the Jewish money
So whoever's in the way of a play or on some snake shit
My dogs cut em off right away, they on some spade shit
On E. Amherst, me and Teaya in the basement
Strategizing, I can't risk, you on some lame shit
Real bitches back in style I call em Queens too
Earths if you come of that way, I know things too
50 thousand all in a bag, it's probably made of paper
See a loud broke bitch laugh, be thankful for the favor
How I got so much class but can't pronounce shit
In foreign stores out in Milan pointing at outfits
They proud of me in hoods because when I drop it
You can tell I had food stamps to pay for Hot Pockets
Bitch I made up my mind get wealth, fuck all that rich shit
Been after this all my life, I'm trying to get shit
Generational curse stopped at me, at first
Was born on Ash Wednesday, second, was from the dirt
I know the ghetto is hurt, but you can't love me through leaving that's how it works
And I be sitting and thinking if I do water and feed it will I be starving their demons and end in hearse?
Yama say blow all that evil shit on a purse, I think since I know my reason that's even worse
Don't mean to sound like a deacon how I be reading and teaching
Just wanna tell you this evening you were first
The last one with the money the best at marketing
I'm in these meetings with my mind, don't put my heart in it
I gotta feed a million minds a couple mouths too
So them offers gon add up to what I amount to
Don't wanna discount you the hood taught you everything nigga we get it
I'm just saying how you gon buy your mom a house with street credit
Cullinans in Miami fur floors Margiela, Palm Angels on too but I'm keeping my pace
Smell Givenchy when I walk in a place my niggas pitch base til they somehow feel safe
This shit a sick place I try to get em healed by giving them the real
You know shit that they can feel but they numb in they face
There ain't no life here wake up every day ready to die
Lay the guns down why would I lie? All of my niggas want a Benz and a couple biguets
They wanna root but wanna shoot too, I'm good as it gets