Grim

I put my all in this shit No, I'm not calling it quits Off of the top in this bitch No time to be jotting down shit Knock that boy off of his pivot My shooter don't miss, he gon' swish Euro-stepping through these bitches Got my head way above the rim Money jumping out the gym Shawty keep on playing with me I'ma cut her off, she get trimmed Say you tryna take me off Steady taking shots, boy yo chance is slim These racks make a nigga grin And these fuck niggas make me grim Off of the top, don't need no pen These niggas be bots, these niggas be sims Still posted up with them muhfucking demons Still tryna wash away all my sins Feel like I lost all of my sense Still found a way to make me some racks I said what I said, I ain't taking it back I did what I did, I ain't taking it back The money come first and I'm making it last Stick came with a beam and an extended mag If we ain't beefing bout no cheese, I ain't stressing his ass Really tryna stop the violence, but I can't go out sad, yeah Let the pussy boy try it, we gon' step on his head, yeah Body bag, toe tag, yeah I was on my ass, down bad, yeah Now I got a bag, lotta racks, yeah I see that these niggas be slacking, man, they better pick it up Yeah my pocket fat, but they not thick enough When I was down, they thought I was finished, huh? Man, I came way too far, ain't no giving up I put my all in this shit No, I'm not calling it quits Off of the top in this bitch No time to be jotting down shit Knock that boy off of his pivot My shooter don't miss, he gon' swish Euro-stepping through these bitches Got my head way above the rim Money jumping out the gym Shawty keep on playing with me I'ma cut her off, she get trimmed Say you tryna take me off Steady taking shots, boy yo chance is slim These racks make a nigga grin And these fuck niggas make me grim