Jbill - Grimy Shit Lyrics

Black Air Forces, I might have to hit a lick
Ya chick look gorgeous, I might have to hit that bitch
I move, stay cautious, they don't wanna see me win
They rather hate, but when I'm up they say that we were friends
Get the f*ck out, smoking this weed I'm boutta bug out
Whole team packed in this bitch, feel like a dug out
They stepped on me when I was down, I be like what now
Youngins killing youngins I tell em to put the guns down
My man just called me, he told me brodie let's get it
All these SP rappers I'm asking where is my credit
Cause they all wanted to clown me when I dropped my first track
They say they want that first tape flow, well tell em Bird's back
And your chick keep calling, I might have to curve that
Can't trust em, you might try to find out where I lurk at
My oldhead slinging that dope, yea he had to serve that
Other oldhead hooked on that soap, and he throw them percs back
And these youngins doing the same, man I swear it's a shame
Getting face tats, drinking lean, for the buzz and some fame
But me, I just do it for the love of the game
I ain't even gotta write, sometimes it comes from the brain
And then I pop off, I get you high, bitch this that rock salt
Diss me on a track, I diss back and knock ya block off
The addy f*cked me up yea that shit was given me lock jaw
But that shit tempting cause theres homies that I could cop off
That's f*cked up, you wanna battle you got some tough luck
Who want what? If there's beef I'm swinging like nunchucks
They talk a lotta game but they never wanna run up
You dumb f*cks, whole team eating like it's a lunch truck
I bag em, tie the man down and then I drag em
My shit stay hot, spitting fire like I'm a dragon
This my spot, I call the plays just like it's Madden
Make it in the game my wish granted just like Aladdin
My man Matt, told me keep going and stay focused
I told em that I got it, cause honestly Jay's chosen
Rapping like an assassin has been my main focus
And it's time to give you classics, make sure that ya brain's woken
Bitch wake up, you coming down, I'm on my way up
I stay up, cause I be working to get my pay up
You lame f*cks, make the same music man it don't make sense
I do this shit 100% you more like eight tenths
I was 15 wanting digits to see
Copping eighths for 30 then go flip em fifty a piece
Started focusing on rapping, learn to spit it with ease
I spit a sixteen, take ya chick and then I'm flicking her bean
We get it your mean, momma said to get a degree
But I'm cheating myself doing school instead of my dream
Tryna have my pockets so fat the money splitting the seam
My music hits you like a semi with an infared beam
I'm gone