Grace

I hit his head and he lay where he play Leaving them dead nun to say but to pray That boy went fed hit his face with a K Bottoms too red only blue on the face Smoked me a wood that's an eighth to the face Gas got me dazed I'm too high I'm in space We never play games this no clan I ain't fazed These niggas want praise but that shit come with grace (Grace) (This shit come with Grace) (This shit come with Grace) (These niggas want praise but that shit come with Grace) Bands on the table say grace Niggas go broke a disgrace When we shoot we gon hit we not grazing Young shooter like Melo amazing My money my daughter I raise it The wood like a problem I face it I'm trynna blow up like May Day I'm still in the race like I'm Tay K That money been printed we just gotta get it Cash every day every where we gon spend it We been on the road busy chasing these millions When I lay in my grave I just hope that I did it Yeah I hope that I did it The way that I'm moving around with my foot on the gas imma get it I'm trying to blow up like bitches be paying these doctors for titties We in the section throw cash to the sky now we lit like late night in the city We started with polos and forces and now all we got is designer on the fitty I feel like Lebron how the older I get the more harder a nigga gon ball Backpack the pack in the gar I'm too high like nobody could get me to fall I made the most plays like a number one pick yeah you know that I'm getting the call Step on my toes if you think this a game you could lose end up dead like it's Saw I hit his head and he lay where he play Leaving them dead nun to say but to pray That boy went fed hit his face with a K Bottoms too red only blue on the face Smoked me a wood that's an eighth to the face Gas got me dazed I'm too high I'm in space We never play games this no clan I ain't fazed These niggas want praise but that shit come with grace (Grace) (This shit come with Grace) (This shit come with Grace) (These niggas want praise but that shit come with Grace)