Grace

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh huh Yeah [Verse] I grace the beat, they like, "Jesus Christ" From A to Z I must be precise Okay, patience runnin' thin, Ben Franks coming in The Rafe cullinun, the color is melanin If you ain't the bank teller, nigga, what you tellin' me? The biggest in the room, I always feel like the elephant Cats out the bag, I'm the one they been waitin' on Make it known, rap game full of fakes, I play along I be a staple player like when the Lakers home So necessary, so legendary Say you the big fish, well, I'm a pescatarian And the booth is my cafeteria And my girl say I'm never there Told her I'm 'bout my green Bay, Pacaneers (Hahaha) MAC-11 make 'em act aware First flight to heaven, nah, you don't need no baggage there, yeah And I don't do gun bars but I'm dumb hard My entourage got more heavy metal than junk yards I ain't the one you wanna come for Got ninety-nine problems, bitch, you just one more I got the proof if ya unsure Call me Uber eats, I bring it to yo' front door Been famous since a kid had notoriety Never got to my head, I was born God-body I'm shittin' on you niggas, my wrist a porta potty Yellow gold and the stones dancin' like a disco Smoking on Texaco, just to let the stress go All about the dollar like creflow Add another decimal and I got the best flow Switching up the dresscode Should I go high fashion or just keep it retro? From down on my dick, shit outta luck and piss po To richer than a fake Jew, that ain't diss, though I'm cookin' wit' Greece, I'm Mr. Crisco Once she get a dose, she turn to a nympho Gone wit' the wind, hah, hope you catch my drift, ho Hold up, wait, it's more Life ain't fair, it's a roller coaster Long as I got my funnel cake, nigga, I'm kosher I don't trust banks, so I stash it in the sofa Just to make it got have more drive than a chauffeur I wake up, fish and grits, sippin' on mimosa Get pop like a tart, know I got the toaster I'm the chosen one, treat me like the son of Joseph I'm the only one really rappin', I'm the dopest I'm focus, hocus-pocus, no, this ain't a magic trick From rats and roaches to antique sofas Hit after hit, call it Sammy Sosa Haters tryna hack me and they playin' me close but They can't get the ball 'cause I'm ambidextrous Can't do nothin' with me, so damn, he desperate I bring the rap game back right back to the essence Back to the message Back at the back wit' a FN shoot if you test 'em Food if you fetch 'em Lift off in the coupe like the jet sons Future the reference Only excellence, no exceptions, ain't no questions I woke up one day and I been blessed since I been more faithful and I been less tense Sippin' on Bel Air, I feel like the Fresh Prince I keep the money wit' me like it is my best friend Came from the east side but I'm on the west end Way out in Brooklyn but came from the Gresham