Slihmm - Grace lyrics

[prod. brother moon] p**y n***a, quit your sobbing I was raised to handle problems we ain't never talk 'em out Used to dribble with a n***a, now I heard he up and k**ing And he ain't never getting out, but I don't really give no f** Poppa popping on my momma cause she'd often run her mouth I'm just trying to get that paper and get the f** up out my house I'm busy pocketing bucks, these n***as talking too much You try to rob me I'm dumping and leaving all of y'all slumped for real sh**, cause greedy n***as got my uncle k**ed Quiet fools is counted wise so I keep the tongue concealed They wanted something iller, sh** I gave 'em something realer I spit that raw sh**, f** the filler I'm kind of sick of stupid n***as steady asking how I do it sh** I knew that I would get it from the start And my momma steady asking where my motherf**ing head at I don't answer cause it'd probably break her heart