Big Tings
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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