Grime

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] Idle hands are the devil's workshop (Workshop) Prepare to deliver him the ones who turned pop (Turned pop) Push 'em off the ledge in the flames They couldn't take the heat, hip-hop was to blame (Was to blame) Tried to stay away, yeah, I tried to leave (Tried to leave) But music's like a drug, this is what I need (What I need) I'ma turn beast every time I hear a drum kick Lookin' for a reason, call it gain of function I was on the mic ever since a young kid Livin' in the studio every night hustlin' (Hustlin') Drugs in the trunk, heater on my waistline Breakin' my neck to a snare and a bassline (Bassline) Livin' fast and furious doing this Betrayed by the streets like a Judas kiss A bad taste but not enough to break me (I made it!) And that's the reason most of y'all hate me (They ain't me!) [Chorus: Bukshot] Been through Hell but I never left though Want it all, watch me take it like a klepto Look at my plan, writin' these rhymes Look at my hands, look at that grime No cosign, never had an intro Just some hustle and a banging instrumental Look at my plan, writin' these rhymes Look at my hands, look at that grime [Verse 2: Bukshot] Made some enemies, made some friends Broke laws, committed sins Hip-hop made me do it at the end of it So are they blind to what I'm doin' or just ignorant? (Or just ignorant) Petty fans who won't jump in the rumble pit All this mumble shit can't fuck with the rumblefish (With the rumblefish) Mess around, you'll be found up in a dumpster, bitch (Dumpster, bitch) Where I'm from make a Louisville Slugger wish Your favorite rapper's on dope and he's your idol (He's your idol) Used to be my homie but now we just rivals (Just rivals) Like fuck, it was never meant to be Keep it real! I wouldn't want to be my enemy (Nah!) You don't want to deal with the kamikaze Life gon' flash like a mob of paparazzi Pay the cost! It don't matter what the toll is When I catch you slippin' blame it on the showbiz [Chorus: Bukshot] Been through Hell but I never left though Want it all, watch me take it like a klepto Look at my plan, writin' these rhymes Look at my hands, look at that grime No cosign, never had an intro Just some hustle and a banging instrumental Look at my plan, writin' these rhymes Look at my hands, look at that grime