Lyrics:
about to feel a Sidewind
So saucy you can call me heins
So poor my card always declines
I'm rapping this with closed blinds
Introvert but I always shine
Just hoping you ain't gotta attitude
Cause you dont wanna run into the whole crew
[Verse1 Da Grouch]
It was good all just a week ago
Was all good
Ooooouuu
[Verse 1 Da Grouch]
River Walk Flows
Muddy cup modes
My old shit pays
Man it should of been in stores
The drive I was given
A get thru any
goofy nigga ain worth, just shut my mouth
You gone back door me? Asking me to come, knew what that was about
Ion fuck with twelve, they start coming
Jme commodo
Serious, serious yeah
(Anyone can get it) So be on point
Bredrin, you know the score
Kano dun told you about slipping in 2004
Can't be
But I think you're thinking about leaving me right about now
Dig me a hole in my backyard and turn it into my personal graveyard
Shred up all my credit
give my all and want to ball like y'all
But I can only spit my shit, you get it?
I'm not a clone; I got a zone, and Grouch fits in
Forever rockin'
the grouch
Best go get that stick out your ass!
My raps top of its class,
“The realest” on my epitaph,
Smile in the severance,
Secular passage,
I'm my own
been a long road, but you know the game unfolds
I listen to the stories told by the cats of old
Tryin' to tell me I don't know about strugglin'
Like in
the thought with a golden torch
I don't flow for sport respectfully
Check for me
When you wanna hear how it sounds
To flow excellently destine to be great
More
blew it out?
Before you could taste the cream, they sliced it up and threw it out
I recollect, I think back in retrospect
I reflect and connect my
it to you, Uh,
Can barely go hoop on the kid
I’m a starter
Playing cool,
Cool,
Can’t find me a f*ck
But playing it cool yeah,
Can’t find me
to the community (comes to me, community)
From the non profit to the charities
But of course you never hear that about me (charities, about me)
To them niggas
a girls contact
Without a contract
You just a lame duck
waiting to get chose in the club
By a good woman
Maybe she bad though
But I don’t see the signs
Outcast from family to everything, he was tossed in the can
He ain't a grouch about it though but damn someone give him an Oscar for his raw performance
Can you, can you feel me now
When your body is engulfed in the flames
And your wrist is cuffed by some chains
And you're fucked up cause you drank
Do
Glock in my hand at the door who is it
I eat 5 star meals like a critic
Pack touch down you gotta come get it
They know it’s facts when I’m rapping my
the pain stays close
Most don't depressurize
When I've had it up to where you can see it in my eyes
Realize there's no sanity
Hella profanity and a sort
ruined real quick when you slip
Wrong words lose jobs and fans from your dick
Oops I didn't mean that, they love it when I'm humble
Gotta make attempts
Feeling like the lone wolf now watch me howl
You best take a few steps back if you hear me growl
Is it just me or do you feel more powerful under
just like me
'Cause you know I grouch and groan
Lying in my quilted coffin
Rethinking all I've said
Drained of vitality by
All my existential dread
us?)
What about the holy land?
(What about it?)
Torn apart by creed?
(What about us?)
What about the common man?
(What about us?)
Can't we set him
with a consolation prize
No need to say why you love to hate me
I know what that's about
Tell The Truth to Bud Collyer
You stank like Oscar The Grouch
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
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