Gave ’Em An Inch

Lyrics

[Intro] Right, yeah Fire in the belly Time's now Check, check it What? [Verse 1] Fuck pissin' in ya pocket, I'ma piss in your mouth I'ma break it down for fools that ain't figured it out Even at my own gigs, bouncers kickin' me out How the fuck you s'posed to rhyme when you listen to house? You call that street? Fuck your beats, mics is better For better or worse, we better when we rhyme together I'ma do whatever it's worth, hurt whoever Got dirt on my name like a worthless treasure You all biters, you took a bite and left the rest Disrespect, the still best kept to death threats Better stop talkin' shit about my crew or the jet Do or die [?] yo, we true to the death Music to me, it's so beautiful as can be Why the fuck you even talkin'? You ain't lookin' at me If you need some extra sales, put some doof on your beats After my album, they'll probably burn books in the streets [Hook] Gave 'em an inch, they fuckin' took a mile and winced I didn't complain, they even bit my style [?] This is the name forever [?] my drinks It's Lazy Grey, forever offer [?] my drinks Gave 'em an inch, they fuckin' took a mile and winced I didn't complain, they even bit my style [?] This is the name forever [?] my drinks And to this day, forever offer [?] my drinks [Verse 2] Time's critical, situation pitiful They talkin' life's good, well, fuck it, mine is miserable And any cunt that tries to tell me any different I'ma bring it to your city with the methylated spirits A ritual the wreaks havoc with complete damage Crumble your realities, watch your dreams vanish My team addict for drugs, on the street antics [?] lookin' for love, you on the wrong planet A strong candid AKA the bomb dragon Yeah, I smoke so much weed, I got no time for braggin' Or the writers taggin', if you spinnin' on your back dancin' Or spinnin' in the club like DJ Ransom You in the street or into street? Let me ask that question You into me or into scene? Tell us your connection I reckon you suck cock like Paris Hilton Drop names and talk fame, you fuckin' villains Perpatrate, gots to kill 'em, that's my slogan A river city rebel who directed down to Logan In the eighties, I fuckin' hated all you bogans Hassle me in the shop while I was chain smokin' Stole my bike, threatened my brother's life 'Cause in my mind, he's the king of eighty-nine That's the year I dropped my first demo Used to sound like a sepo, a decade later, now we got Ken Oath [Hook] Gave 'em an inch, they fuckin' took a mile and winced I didn't complain, they even bit my style [?] This is the name forever [?] my drinks It's Lazy Grey, forever offer [?] my drinks Gave 'em an inch, they fuckin' took a mile and winced I didn't complain, they even bit my style [?] This is the name forever [?] my drinks And to this day, forever offer [?] my drinks