The New Grit

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh-huh, yeah, two-fifteen [Verse] I get on my jawn, when I perform I grab the bull by the horns You probably should try to do it, I body you maricóns My dynasty alliance, full of firearms, carriers Kings who pull strings like a Stradivarius His imperial highness is smart as smart appliances Sharper than the academy of arts and sciences Thought's a scientist, plus what tragedy to triumph is Try, try again, I rule the night with an iron fist An indication that you're close to dying, I am this The black Moses, black roses, black violins When niggas go up against the choir, the sire wins It ain't no way to try and cleanse true leviathans I'm hard-wired but it's barbed wire I took that vanity, threw it into the bonfire Some iffy shit transpire, them guns gon' fire I never see my reflection, I'm like a vampire Your empire expired, don't test the Esquire I'm blessed, the messiah, no less than fresh I am the best, you just tired, the fuck, is you stupid? This is true grit, I'ma call it the new shit