The Grotto

[Verse 1] My bitch stashed the blunt in her lace front Can't cook, don't clean, but that's straight cunt Caught your team off guard like a fake punt Play trump and get your bitch robbed and your face punched She put my meat on her cheek as if her face lumped Stay slumped, twenty pre rolled at any given time See for these lines, fifty thousand any given rhyme Give me mines and meet me at the finish line See petty crimes that's what I used to do Petty bitches who I used to screw Now these models circle me like hula hoops Who are you? See I don't wanna let the ruger loose Two'll shoot and leave a nigga leaking out his new blue goose My flow is tighter than the noose they tried to hang me with I'm the one these hating niggas angry with Bang the fifth Drain the clip at a bitch nigga with the stain less shit Aim the shit at him and just flame the shit [Chorus] I'm still the realest nigga standing under the sun Just me one hand on my gun When I die give it all to my son And that's word to the weed in my lungs [Verse 2] Like that bomb shit we smoking is atomic That bay area chronic keep me higher than a comet The hood Adonis and I'm only being honest I could con any goddess get tails quicker than Sonic Just being honest my thoughts is often demonic They criticizing my logic but praising me for my phonics Sip till I vomit the visions of nostradamus I'm swigging on vodka tonic while swerving on the Taconic Told em I got em how the fuck could you doubt me? I ain't never fit in so how the fuck could you out me? I'm on the road to the riches niggas trying to reroute me Bitches giving me scalp my dick is all where they mouth be They found me and pronounced me as the heir to the mansion I'm here now, ? To expansion Niggas biting my style they vampin' I still play the Hamptons With a centerfold smoking and lampin' [Chorus] This is for my niggas on the come up Pull your pistol out and put your gun up If you try to run up Let it off first stay one up Hit the smooth dip and light a blunt up Uh Cus I'm still the realest nigga standing under the sun Just me one hand on my gun When I die give it all to my son And that's word to the weed in my lungs