"Grace" lyrics
Uh huh
Yeah
I grace the beat, they like, "Jesus Christ"
From A to Z I must be precise
Okay, patience runnin' thin, Ben Franks coming in
The Rafe cullinun, the color is melanin
If you ain't the bank teller, nigga, what you tellin' me?
The biggest in the room, I always feel like the elephant
Cats out the bag, I'm the one they been waitin' on
Make it known, rap game full of fakes, I play along
I be a staple player like when the Lakers home
So necessary, so legendary
Say you the big fish, well, I'm a pescatarian
And the booth is my cafeteria
And my girl say I'm never there
Told her I'm 'bout my green Bay, Pacaneers (Hahaha)
MAC-11 make 'em act aware
First flight to heaven, nah, you don't need no baggage there, yeah
And I don't do gun bars but I'm dumb hard
My entourage got more heavy metal than junk yards
I ain't the one you wanna come for
Got ninety-nine problems, bitch, you just one more
I got the proof if ya unsure
Call me Uber eats, I bring it to yo' front door
Been famous since a kid had notoriety
Never got to my head, I was born God-body
I'm shittin' on you niggas, my wrist a porta potty
Yellow gold and the stones dancin' like a disco
Smoking on Texaco, just to let the stress go
All about the dollar like creflow
Add another decimal and I got the best flow
Switching up the dresscode
Should I go high fashion or just keep it retro?
From down on my dick, shit outta luck and piss po
To richer than a fake Jew, that ain't diss, though
I'm cookin' wit' Greece, I'm Mr. Crisco
Once she get a dose, she turn to a nympho
Gone wit' the wind, hah, hope you catch my drift, ho
Hold up, wait, it's more
Life ain't fair, it's a roller coaster
Long as I got my funnel cake, nigga, I'm kosher
I don't trust banks, so I stash it in the sofa
Just to make it got have more drive than a chauffeur
I wake up, fish and grits, sippin' on mimosa
Get pop like a tart, know I got the toaster
I'm the chosen one, treat me like the son of Joseph
I'm the only one really rappin', I'm the dopest
I'm focus, hocus-pocus, no, this ain't a magic trick
From rats and roaches to antique sofas
Hit after hit, call it Sammy Sosa
Haters tryna hack me and they playin' me close but
They can't get the ball 'cause I'm ambidextrous
Can't do nothin' with me, so damn, he desperate
I bring the rap game back right back to the essence
Back to the message
Back at the back wit' a FN shoot if you test 'em
Food if you fetch 'em
Lift off in the coupe like the jet sons
Future the reference
Only excellence, no exceptions, ain't no questions
I woke up one day and I been blessed since
I been more faithful and I been less tense
Sippin' on Bel Air, I feel like the Fresh Prince
I keep the money wit' me like it is my best friend
Came from the east side but I'm on the west end
Way out in Brooklyn but came from the Gresham
Yeah
I grace the beat, they like, "Jesus Christ"
From A to Z I must be precise
Okay, patience runnin' thin, Ben Franks coming in
The Rafe cullinun, the color is melanin
If you ain't the bank teller, nigga, what you tellin' me?
The biggest in the room, I always feel like the elephant
Cats out the bag, I'm the one they been waitin' on
Make it known, rap game full of fakes, I play along
I be a staple player like when the Lakers home
So necessary, so legendary
Say you the big fish, well, I'm a pescatarian
And the booth is my cafeteria
And my girl say I'm never there
Told her I'm 'bout my green Bay, Pacaneers (Hahaha)
MAC-11 make 'em act aware
First flight to heaven, nah, you don't need no baggage there, yeah
And I don't do gun bars but I'm dumb hard
My entourage got more heavy metal than junk yards
I ain't the one you wanna come for
Got ninety-nine problems, bitch, you just one more
I got the proof if ya unsure
Call me Uber eats, I bring it to yo' front door
Been famous since a kid had notoriety
Never got to my head, I was born God-body
I'm shittin' on you niggas, my wrist a porta potty
Yellow gold and the stones dancin' like a disco
Smoking on Texaco, just to let the stress go
All about the dollar like creflow
Add another decimal and I got the best flow
Switching up the dresscode
Should I go high fashion or just keep it retro?
From down on my dick, shit outta luck and piss po
To richer than a fake Jew, that ain't diss, though
I'm cookin' wit' Greece, I'm Mr. Crisco
Once she get a dose, she turn to a nympho
Gone wit' the wind, hah, hope you catch my drift, ho
Hold up, wait, it's more
Life ain't fair, it's a roller coaster
Long as I got my funnel cake, nigga, I'm kosher
I don't trust banks, so I stash it in the sofa
Just to make it got have more drive than a chauffeur
I wake up, fish and grits, sippin' on mimosa
Get pop like a tart, know I got the toaster
I'm the chosen one, treat me like the son of Joseph
I'm the only one really rappin', I'm the dopest
I'm focus, hocus-pocus, no, this ain't a magic trick
From rats and roaches to antique sofas
Hit after hit, call it Sammy Sosa
Haters tryna hack me and they playin' me close but
They can't get the ball 'cause I'm ambidextrous
Can't do nothin' with me, so damn, he desperate
I bring the rap game back right back to the essence
Back to the message
Back at the back wit' a FN shoot if you test 'em
Food if you fetch 'em
Lift off in the coupe like the jet sons
Future the reference
Only excellence, no exceptions, ain't no questions
I woke up one day and I been blessed since
I been more faithful and I been less tense
Sippin' on Bel Air, I feel like the Fresh Prince
I keep the money wit' me like it is my best friend
Came from the east side but I'm on the west end
Way out in Brooklyn but came from the Gresham
