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Graves Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: UptownBodega
Length: 2:15
Written by: Christian Martinez




UptownBodega - Graves Freestyle Lyrics
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In 6th grade I saw brother stealing coats
In 9th grade I saw my daddy doing coke
By 12th grade I was out here moving smoke
Made it thru college man that shit was such a joke
Roommate selling crack rock teachers walking thru the door
I had to make a couple dollars doing shit I seen before
Stealing scenes from a show just to make yo shorty go, ha ha
This was back when they flyest dudes was rocking Prada
U still rocking nada of importance
What's important is u start to look like u busy importing
Throw a couple chains on
Now I look like I'm in showbiz
Throw a couple rings on my fingers like the Jordan
This all started in some cyphers talking like we was recording
So I figured I'd deliver all these lyrics I been hoarding
When speaking of the latter that all started in a Saturn
Niggas talking shit I'll split your jaw until it start to splatter
The New York mad hatter madder than a older rapper
N I got that food on me in Manhattan wit the chowder
Please don't try to groove on me u won't catch me in a pattern
Where I'm from just walking down the street is such a hazard
Where u from? I ain't ever heard about those coordinates
N when u hear the kid u know I'm nice, u my subordinates
I write this story like I authored it
Balled fist like the Arthur get
Acid tabs in my esophagus
Make me spit hotter than ur coffee get
I can tell that I don't like u started picking out ur coffin kid
Coughing up a lung I get my paper like the offices
No officer, I ain't got nothing inside my whip
So if u bring the K9s over promise there's sniffing it
I promise that I'm innocent
My love is really infinite
My rhymes are simple but they're intricate
In my life I like experiments but that don't mean no gay shit
I'm tired of these New York girls, I'm looking for a geisha
So we can stack this paper
Higher than some elevators
Man I'm elevated
N I'm concentrated
I cannot be permeated
Or terminated
N I know you hate it
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In 6th grade I saw brother stealing coats
In 9th grade I saw my daddy doing coke
By 12th grade I was out here moving smoke
Made it thru college man that shit was such a joke
Roommate selling crack rock teachers walking thru the door
I had to make a couple dollars doing shit I seen before
Stealing scenes from a show just to make yo shorty go, ha ha
This was back when they flyest dudes was rocking Prada
U still rocking nada of importance
What's important is u start to look like u busy importing
Throw a couple chains on
Now I look like I'm in showbiz
Throw a couple rings on my fingers like the Jordan
This all started in some cyphers talking like we was recording
So I figured I'd deliver all these lyrics I been hoarding
When speaking of the latter that all started in a Saturn
Niggas talking shit I'll split your jaw until it start to splatter
The New York mad hatter madder than a older rapper
N I got that food on me in Manhattan wit the chowder
Please don't try to groove on me u won't catch me in a pattern
Where I'm from just walking down the street is such a hazard
Where u from? I ain't ever heard about those coordinates
N when u hear the kid u know I'm nice, u my subordinates
I write this story like I authored it
Balled fist like the Arthur get
Acid tabs in my esophagus
Make me spit hotter than ur coffee get
I can tell that I don't like u started picking out ur coffin kid
Coughing up a lung I get my paper like the offices
No officer, I ain't got nothing inside my whip
So if u bring the K9s over promise there's sniffing it
I promise that I'm innocent
My love is really infinite
My rhymes are simple but they're intricate
In my life I like experiments but that don't mean no gay shit
I'm tired of these New York girls, I'm looking for a geisha
So we can stack this paper
Higher than some elevators
Man I'm elevated
N I'm concentrated
I cannot be permeated
Or terminated
N I know you hate it
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Writer: Christian Martinez
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