Grade A

Verse 1 (Gnoss)

 

What's with these two faces, going through some phases

abrasive got me contemplating on how I should face this

wish I could go back in time to restart and erase this

Dope got me sky high so I don't have to taste this

amazing as grace is, mad cause I made this bliss

bruh drop you ten feet in this lyrical abyss

Run up on the faggot and fuck his bitch,

already got it on lockdown, bitch this is my town

got me in the throne with a crown

watch my shit fly up when yo shit go down

Fuck around in the dog pound leader of the underground

Crazy mothafucka from the j town smoking on that 8 ounce

 

These bitches can't wait for this, you remain paperless

I remain fatherless therefore a novelist

never get props for this lyrical aushwitz

better catch on to this get chicken poxs with this

 

got that cash flow as green as cannabis

taking yo bitch and I make her my mistress

smoke 2 blunts and take care of business

walk out this bitch and hit him with quickness

My shit perpetuate

run up on a pussy boy to show him I'm indefinite

Get the Fuck up out my face when you irrelevant

Slightly mistaken if you think that I'm heaven sent

there's no comparison

Your whole life's a joke might as well end it

Got the smith and Wesson if you wanna get to testin'

start confessin' b4 I put you to restin' cause I aint nothin to mess with

 

You think you tough but I send those shooters to yo houses

Take my word for granite bruh and ill be stealin' all of yo ounces

Talkin' bout these hoes when you got men up in yo trousers

Ill be mackin' on ya bitch got me feelin like Austin powers

 

Foreign whip witta foreign hoe you know how it go

sneakin' thru the rap game lookin like commando

artist like van goe, your ego in a torpedo

I'm coppin' all of these clothes, eatin' doritos

all you fakes suckin' like mosquitos

get up out my face you cannot compete Hoe

You nothin' but a pussy foreal tho

now let me count this doe