Spirit of Griselda

Lyrics

[Chorus: Ragz Da Artist] See I wake up every morning with my neck lit Good morning beautiful to my current and next bitch I'm counting hundreds, but I'm worried 'bout the next flip Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless She like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Spirit of Griselda in my еar, talking wreckless She likе let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Silverback shit, allow me to keep it real Shoe box full of money, way before a record deal Gun loaded in the drore, gym start bagging raw Back and forth to Baltimore, closest thing to heaven saw Rubber band, no [?] Get inside, close the door Give him what he came here for Let me know you need some more Legend in this fucking game, now I do this music shit Couple things new to me, Instagram [?] Fake niggas been here, everybody acting rich Before you can tigh them up, now you can't touch the bitch Cameras pointed everywhere, everybody want a pic Niggas wouldn't give me shit, I just [?] my dick Vision good, no reading glass I just want my season pass Balling on you bitch niggas, put the goons on your ass Shows, they be jam packed Everybody, check this Spirit of Griselda talking wreckless [Chorus: Ragz Da Artist] See I wake up every morning with my neck lit Good morning beautiful to my current and next bitch I'm counting hundreds, but I'm worried 'bout the next flip Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless She like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless She like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] They think I'm rich, I'm back playing with Rugers I'll buy a new piece every other month, just to answer rumors I walk in and dap hands with shooters Me and my right hand respected OG's, like Ralph Samson [?] I still be up [?] Those just facts, chest strap look like I'm playing the sacksaphone Me and my dawgs was just catching bones Now we get the racks and [?] 'Cause I'm too hungry to just relax at home I wake up every morning, without a stane on me Just these prison tattoos and all this pain on me [?], and ask Duffle if I changed on him They gon' tell you all I did is make a lane for him [?] on the plate, turning commas into safe Got the coke saran rapped in the bottom of the tank Yeah I know those tricks, and really sold those bricks Dope jumping six feet, just like a pogo stick, nigga [Chorus: Ragz Da Artist] See I wake up every morning with my neck lit Good morning beautiful to my current and next bitch I'm counting hundreds, but I'm worried 'bout the next flip Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless She like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless She like let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Let the money pile, baby, let the money pile Spirit of Griselda in my ear, talking wreckless