talking Heeey whats up, its Dat Boy Grace And Big T baby, huh Turning crumbs to bricks yall, hey [Grace] Im still huffing puffing hustling, going hard cant quit The only difference now its legal, stacking chips pay legit Off the block in the studio, made to switching the haters Sorta like mash for my dreams, put it down finally made it No more running ducking dodging, Im steady blasting and laughing Getting paid living laid, so Southside while Im rapping My ends meeting strangers speaking, show respect cause Im real A pad blesser pen pimper, going hard showing skills Oh yeah its all in they face, it aint no stopping the Grace Just lay the beat light up a sweet, and let me give em a taste I got these stacks on my mind, play with my pen writing rhymes Give it all I got make em body rock, I put it down everytime Head blown Im in the zone, riding high smoking trees This for my Gs stacking thees, coming down on 3s Keep making someing out of nothing, with the game figured out We turning crumbs into bricks, putting it down for the South [Hook Big T 2x] Turning crumbs to bricks, oooh I made a profit off caine but I done switched the game, now Im balling crawling having thangs [Grace] A perfect world mistakes are made, gotta take the good with the bad Fix up my fuck ups and hush up, and put my mind on the cash Pick up the pace in my walking, and slow down all of the talking Fuck up some bite and quit barking, keep rolling up and keep sparking Done paid my dues I roll and choose, hold my head and got smarter Went from a rage in the cage, to hitting the stage for a quarter Stack to stack Im wrecking dats, rocking shows and they packed With a bigger figga bigger picture, switched from crack to dats Time to put it all on the line, my skills inclined in rhyme The S.U.C. vetll wreck, and break em down everytime I sign my name on the line, GRACE Congratulated we waited, but now they got to feel me Straighten out the profit quick, now watch the crumbs turn to bricks With every hit another lick, stacking chips pay legit Street game to rap game, I switched up on them haters Dope house to major stos, worldwide money maker [Hook 2x] [Grace] No more nickels and dimes, Im writing rhymes for mine I peeped the game while doing time, came home with a grind Its time to shine and blind, and represent big stacks Across the map the shows packed, by acting bad on tracks Im shown love in the club, known from the freestyle dubs With ScrewU wrecking mics, dranking Sprite and its mud Riding high kiluminatti, underground on status Screwed Up Click cream of the crop, and Ill be one of the baddest Stacking cabbage living lavish, watch my profit get bigger Bit off some bricks with some crumb, and painted much clearer picture A 3rd Coast mob figga, syrup sipper in the do Come from the land of candy swanging, banging on 84s Popping trunk and blowing skunk, writing it down getting crunk But for the punks they pulling stunts, releasing game over funk The deals done game over, mix the syrup with the soda That prove Im colder thinking thoeder, sober down and move over [Hook 3x] [Big T] Im coming down coming down, coming downdown Coming down coming down, coming downdown Coming down coming down, chopchopchop
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