Grain

[Verse 1: Ellz] Yoppa toter lotto mower Making cuts a hydro smoker Rolling bud and guiding closure To my ex she sent a text That read she fucked it up she know she smut And sucked on other dicks and nuts While I was out of town trying to binge myself on what I love That's this music don't confuse me for no fucking nut Usually one to fuck it up But you just had to shut me up It's crazy these fugazzi thugs Forgot me and the king I was The king I am got bars like prison The bing I am the son of Sam It’s summer motherfucker Got a tre-pound seven inches Six in the barrel bucka Niggas talk greasy no hinges Fuck breezies no feelings I make this shit just look easy No legendary on Halo Put that on my payroll my nigga [Hook: Ellz] What you been doing motherfucker? I’ve been doing everything you been pursuing motherfucker Not the usual of fuckers Against the grain I smooth it out I'm just amazed as you I am I'm feeling like the fucking man I'm saying I'm the fucking man [Verse 2: André DeSaint] (I’m the fucking man… fuck yo’ man) What the fuck? Fuck is up? My cup is full of uppercuts Things are on the up and up And I don’t fuck with such and such Trying to touch a couple bucks and keep it moving Niggas drinking sucker punch that’s why you losing Check the wave all in my movements I’m feeling so abusive Rapping out of anger Living out my childhood dreams I’m still trying to fuck Topanga Fucked up generation ain’t no way that you can save us Cut a deal with the fallen angel he said there ain’t no danger See I’m the perfect stranger You don’t know me, but you’d like to I’m in a different world so if I get a chance I’ll write you No telling what I might do I could do some shit to spite you Real music through your speakers while ya’ll sweeter than Type II I ain’t grow up with no idols, bruh Mike, who? Walk around looking for some tension I could slice through Sick and tired of answering what I’ve been up to Watching Krush Groove with a slut who Man.. man you know what? Fuck you! [Hook] [Verse 3: André DeSaint] I'm not the same as you niggas and I’m okay with that Place me anywhere on God's turf and I'ma make it back Chase it but we'll never be adjacent you could face the facts Feeding bitch niggas bars for life say your grace with that If you see the day that we should meet Please spare me from your stories cause they're boring to me I don't be reaching for the gems, they just be soaring to me The day I reach the fucking top is looking gorgeous to me The prettiest of my days The wittiest from the craze I'm stomping through this earth with the grittiest of my ways The coach ain't pitching me plays it's all freelance They want that old dirty shit like ODB fans And guess what I came with? I'm speaking your language you happy now? Matter of fact fuck your rationale Used to being passive with the words but there's passion now Making rappers see the white light like I’m backing out Stacking action packing bitches that be fashion trappin’ which is Perfectly fine with me, let's get it crack-a-lackin’ Isn't he the type of nigga that you thought he wasn't? Or maybe he just ain't that nigga that you thought he was Sorry that I brought it up Never second guessing shit you heard it if I thought it up Got your girl harassing me You thought her belt was chastity Stupid, you should follow Nas smarten up All my niggas animals don't make ‘em dig a carcass up You won't find a crew that's gon’ deliver shit as harsh as us Single as a loosie got these groupies looking parched as fuck What And I ain't quenching shit So don't mention it Bitch