"No Grabba" lyrics

Armand Hammer & The Alchemist Lyrics

"No Grabba"

How can I tell him?
I mean, how did you know when you were in love?
It's nothing like the sluts to keep you in the mood
I know you're not happy, you can't escape no religion

I'm early as bounty hunters, knockin'
Frederick Douglass, upped the yammy like, "Y'all ain't leave me no options"
Gas station, vacuumed the Camry 'fore we hit the border, I'm not them
Shot is off the shoulder, high off the backboard, score
'Cause I learned on chained nets and crooked rims
'Round the same time, I learned you not gon' survive out here with no friends
But friends'll know you gon' have to fight your own battles in the end, bro (Them people ain't die for you)
Born alone, die alone, homes
You already know I know it's no next of kin, though
Strippers on the head of a pin, flights like I'm pushing ten
Regulate the inflow
Spin the lazy susan
Soundman approach with the mic, waved him off like, "Let me just talk to 'em"

No grabba, no grabba, not never (Let me just talk to 'em)
No grabba, no grabba, not never, not never
No grabba, no grabba, not never
No grabba, no grabba, no
No grabba, not never
No grabba, not never, not never
No grabba, not never
No grabba, not
No grabba, not never

How can I tell him?
I mean, how did you know when you were in love?
It's nothing like the sluts to keep you in the mood
It sure isn't

No grabba, no grabba
Buddy looking half-dead, but I'm no doctor
The moment she was single, we leapt into bed like the floor is lava
Pinch my nose and get this bread like IMF loan
I'm known in Kinshasa
Kitchen kin Rwanda, I don't know no Lingala, but please know it's no grabba in the spliff
First in show, I love that lil', haha
I'm old and slow, but I'll still get you fourteen and six
A couple assists
The more I listened, the more I knew his whole thing was a grift
(And it worked)
And it fits
Two left feet picking through piles of kicks outside the gas chamber
Ask God's forgiveness, but this nigga never wavers

No grabba, no grabba, not never
No grabba, no grabba, not never, not never
No grabba, no grabba, not never
No grabba, no grabba, no
No grabba, not never

Collect calls in the media shower
Flame trail behind, reconsidering power
World trade temple
Tower like NBA Africoin centers in the '90s
Twin Glocks, playing for my dinner
Ginger cut pepper chip, lady finger
Give me the light, said stretch her
Whole spliff hard to pull, virgin tight
Like Jamaican security, at your neck
Hang gliding from the split ends of your beard

No grabba, no grabba, not never
No grabba, no grabba, not never, not never
No grabba, no grabba, not never
No grabba, no grabba, no
No grabba, not never
No grabba, not never, not never
No grabba, not never
No grabba, not
No grabba, not never

Ten-ten, I know it
You on this side or on this side?
Where you wanna make history?
You, you crazy?
Fuck wrong with you? Huh?
They on it (I say back me up)
Ayy, you in the play, you in the play
Get on point, get on point
Game point, man, game point
There you go
Get your ass out here, boy
Why you scratching your head like you just had a revelation? (Because it's so)
Like did you really think were gonna win in the beginning?
I had a, I had a, thought I had a fighting chance, but
It's a little different in person


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