Tee Grizzley (2017) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle057

Lyrics

[Verse] They still prayin' on my downfall I know they prayin' on my downfall From the yard to the streets, I'ma stand tall 500 hundreds on me now, show em how to ball 30 on the Rollie just to shine on the Flex show That ain't shit, I'mma make it back off the next show In my sleep sweatin', brother like "bro, what you stressed for?" I'm breathin' hard, like I had a dream I was back broke Bay Area, LA, you know that's like my next home Lexington, Louisville niggas treat me like I'm back home Whole Midwest, I rep it all, that's my backbone Comfortable, but not enough to be without that strap on You know these niggas waitin' on that I got some family and enemies prayin' on that Had somebody steal from me, you can't play me like that Cuz, I wanna see some blood, ain't no payin me back Hit his baby mama, shoulda kept the bitch from near me Got some money, but that poverty still fuck with my spirit Couple niggas was slippin', we coulda killed em "Let em live bro, it's gon' kill em to see us winnin' I been workin' hard, can't you see the ice? I been goin' hard, can't you see the stripes? Real nigga shit, I never thought this would be my life I ain't even think I'd make it to 23, alright? But that Wraith still comin' this summer And I'mma still let your bitch drive it These niggas can't give me no pointers Cause they talk it but they don't live by it I done missed the last 12 seasons Came back like I ain't missed a beat Been blowin' through these hoes, I ain't miss these freaks Pussy nigga, I ain't miss the streets, the streets was missin' me Joy Road bitch, but the money long as 6 Mile Brick Mile, hit yo bitch When you call, I'mma answer like "come get this bitch" Nigga you a target Y'all harmless, we heartless Keep my mouth closed like the Capanella apartments Made it out my city but I still be on Harper Still be on Joy Road I still be on Chalmers Ain't make it off parole, I still gotta go to Laughton He tryna squash the beef, but niggas know it ain't no talkin' Beef? Excited us, we did that for sport Ain't thinking 'bout no hustle We ain't got it bitch, we poor Couldn't leave my hood, now I'm fuckin' with New York Blew up off a song that ain't even have a chorus When I talk, they hear the streets They like "Tee, give em some more" Free my little brother, I'mma scream it till I'm hoarse Detroit, don't panic, I'mma open up them doors Anybody try to stop the plan bro, its war Nigga ahh