Grey Laurent - Requiem Lyrics

She say I'm cold blooded
The way I'm living don't phase me
That snow leave ya nose running
I'm
Out in LA streets
In the hottest summer
With an iron under
What I'll wear to supper
What my daddy taught me
Dress ready for the hand shakes
But no hand shakes when you get to cocking
Could've been sitting in county
3 year probation is sounding
Like a real blessing
Keep a shooter on me cuz my finger resting
If you disrespect me my G's is checking
My girl copped a Bentley to match her Fendi
If you catch a rapper who tryna test me
He ain't even rapping
See he really venting
Save your studio money for sessions of therapy
This is my moment of clarity
This gon' make me a celebrity
This how I'll give back to charities
Whoa
You should keep your chain tucked
That's a payday for real
For real ones that bang sumn
I ain't with the hang ups
We gon' eat whether rapping or sticking ya mans up

Take em to church
Call it a muf*cking requiem
This ain't a verse
This is a scripture I'm telling em
If I hear a click then a bang next
My best days never past tense
Flip my talents and I been the man since
You don't wanna know what your girl asking

She in my ear like a lil devil
I'm finna cut
My game is a bevel
If I say wassup
Yeah
You already know what come next
Underdog leave you upset
Head game stupid
This a dumb flex
I ain't even having fun yet
Let me just change the topic to something more relevant
Yeah
My style is setting a precedence
Please get a hint of my temperament
I do this with ease boy it's evident
Easel or canvas
Yeah
I'm Basquiat still in need of some practice
Feel like pac
In the era of adlibs
Mask off when I run up I mansions now
A list
Movie chick
But around me she acting out
Cabaret
In the rain
Diamonds and dimes
On me n mine
I like my strip clubs with some seats that recline
Tabs that I'll pick up cuz Jamal payed the fines
Jabari might post up my bail
Janari keep me out of hell
With the prayers he send up every Sunday service
It look like they working
Yeah I'm gone