LORD OF GRIME

Yo, im the lord of grime not the lord of crime,

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

My real fans, like " yo i shop an wear your clothing line"

 

 

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine