My Grizzy

[Hook]
It's one thing that you gotta know (What's that?)
Getting money's my only principle (Why's that?)
Cause I don't got time for the fake and all that hating, no
I don't be baking but, you know I be caking (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)

[Verse 1]
You heard the horn, that means the game is on
Y'all sound the same, the same is lame, the same is gone
Ha, and you won't ever see these wings on
But show me, what CD your name is on?
Bitch, I been rapping ten years long
Ten years strong, baby, that's why I became the bomb
I'm just sitting back ripping fools
Disorient 'em, make 'em miss with gripping tunes
I [?] rules and light it up like lemon juice
I finsta pull a stunt and chuck you in a swimming pool
With no water, I go harder
I flow darker than a permanent marker
I'm urgently, murdering the, fake emcees, making cheese
Take his keys, make him kneel, gripping steel, stare in barrel

[Hook]
It's one thing that you gotta know (What's that?)
Getting money's my only principle (Why's that?)
Cause I don't got time for the fake and all that hating, no
I don't be baking but, you know I be caking (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I wrote this, and by god
You can't download this on LimeWire
Even if your signal's flied by five bars
And you're connected like an XBOX Live star
I'll still glitch you, and your mama'll miss you
'Cause I'ma blow you up like a catonic kiss do
Look at this dude, don't take the risk, dude
Unless you got me to assist you
And since you think you know how to battle fools
I'ma wreck you in a throwback then throw back the mic like a lateral
My attack's too tactical, envision me gone and I'm right back like a tactical incision
But that'll never happen
You want some advice? You should've never started rapping
He looks like a punk, maybe I should ask Ashton
Well as a matter of fact, I'd rather blast him

[Hook]
It's one thing that you gotta know (What's that?)
Getting money's my only principle (Why's that?)
Cause I don't got time for the fake and all that hating, no
I don't be baking but, you know I be caking (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)

[Verse 3]
Overtime, my head's got mental
So now I work overtime to rock instrumentals
To all those who thought you were gonna top my tempo
You gon' see me one day like a Redbox rental
Was that too fast for you?
Should I slow it down and show my ass for you?
Or should I speed it up like fast forward
You don't really wanna get to fucking with the DNA, don't make me warn you
I'll smash Avril Lavigne in the head with an anvil
Now she has to take an ad bill and change her name to Adbill, be real
Act real or be killed
Fucking around with the lyricist that's this agonal
In my mind, I've seen my life
Done fucked up shit, don't doubt me now
I'm too fucking talented for you to balance [?]
Overtime I became a master lyricist, you ask how
Well I don't commit crimes, I just spit rhymes until I pass out

[Hook]
It's one thing that you gotta know (What's that?)
Getting money's my only principle (Why's that?)
Cause I don't got time for the fake and all that hating, no
I don't be baking but, you know I be caking (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)
For my grizzy, yeah, you know I get busy (On my grind)