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Nate Grimey

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Let's get this straight
I never fucked anybody in my life who didn't have it coming
All I have in this world is my balls and my word
And I don't break them for nobody
Do you understand?

Just took my time to level up, so turn the bass and treble up
Smoke weed with Greedy G, he knows I chief some better stuff
If I'm rapping then it happen, never capping, never bluff
Attacking with a passion, never lacking and it's never rough
Betting that I'm getting fucked up, vodka mixed with the 7up
Make the club jump like double dutch
Causing a fuss, take a trip to the plug
Touch down for the dub, you know I'm a thug
What's up? I'm God's son, you want some?
I got rum, I've got bread and you got crumbs son
Soham born and bred, Savage Streets put me on like spread
Middle fingers up to the bums
Chop these spitters with scissors, smoke on the killer: blue gorilla
Sipping liquor, fucking up my liver, flow like a river
Shit, I got a gift to be better, I'm stacking my cheddar
Do it for pleasure, they be lacking, acting like a gesture
Beat the beats, leave em deceased on a stretcher
Spark up the loud pack, I'm fresher than ever
Fucking with me then you can't f*ck with no one better
Flow so cold, I need a new sweater
It's Narco forever, pockets deep, big treasure
Talk is cheap when you speak: displeasure
Facts!
Murder a motherfucker, no Dexter
F*ck a Tesla, rather ride around in a Vectra

On to big things with my squad crew, shooting hoops
Cut you off like trimmings, move with the troops
Stick together like siblings, cruise in the coup
Got big dreams, we winning "ayy!)
Savage Streets in the fucking building
Taking acid sheets, beats spinning
In the whip, wheels spinning
G's switching so I'm sneak dissing
These yitties come get me, you'll be the one missing

In the booth with Greedy G, the grim reaper
Young brother greeted me saw I was a creature
Can see by my demeanor, get  a quick feature
Going spazz on the beat will give you a seizure
Hit a prick like John Wick, I'm too sick, no fever
Too lit from the chronic when I hit on the reefer
Throw a bullet like Mike Vick, get my price is cheaper
No bullshit, won't quit, sit back and put my feet up
Racking these P's, stacking my cheese like a pizza
I feel at ease, got a three piece, packing like Jesus
I say what we'll achieve, clear they don't believe us
Turn around, two fingers up, f*ck the teachers!
Success brings enemies, I'm a different breed
On another level, I watch you bleed, internally
Discreet: Assassin's Creed, I come and kill the scene
Sick, spitting clean, slice your head off... guillotine

On to big things with my squad crew, shooting hoops
Cut you off like trimmings, move with the troops
Stick together like siblings, cruise in the coup
Got big dreams, we winning "ayy!)
Savage Streets in the fucking building
Taking acid sheets, beats spinning
In the whip, wheels spinning
G's switching so I'm sneak dissing
These yitties come get me, you'll be the one missing

Nate Grimey, Nate, Nate Grimey
Nate Grimey, Nate, Nate Grimey
Nate Grimey, Nate, Nate Grimey
Nate, Nate
Nate, Nate, Nate, Nate
Nate, Nate, Nate Grimey

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