a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

dat boy grace - crumbs to bricks lyrics

(-talking-)
heeey what’s up, it’s dat boy grace
and big t baby, huh
turning crumbs to bricks y’all, hey

[grace]
i’m still huffing puffing hustling, going hard can’t quit
the only difference now it’s legal, stacking chips pay legit
off the block in the studio, made to switching the haters
sorta like mash for my dreams, put it down finally made it
no more running ducking dodging, i’m steady blasting and laughing
getting paid living laid, so southside while i’m rapping
my ends meeting strangers speaking, show respect cause i’m real
a pad blesser pen pimper, going hard showing sk!lls
oh yeah it’s all in they face, it ain’t no stopping the grace
just lay the beat light up a sweet, and let me give em a taste
i got these stacks on my mind, play with my pen writing rhymes
give it all i got make em body rock, i put it down everytime
head blown i’m in the zone, riding high smoking trees
this for my g’s stacking thees, coming down on 3’s
keep making some’ing out of nothing, with the game figured out
we turning crumbs into bricks, putting it down for the south

[hook: big t – 2x]
turning crumbs to bricks, oooh
i made a profit off caine but i done switched the game, now i’m balling crawling having thangs

[grace]
a perfect world mistakes are made, gotta take the good with the bad
fix up my f-ck up’s and hush up, and put my mind on the cash
pick up the pace in my walking, and slow down all of the talking
f-ck up some bite and quit barking, keep rolling up and keep sparking
done paid my dues i roll and choose, hold my head and got smarter
went from a rage in the cage, to hitting the stage for a quarter
stack to stack i’m wrecking dats, rocking shows and they packed
with a bigger figga bigger picture, switched from crack to dats
time to put it all on the line, my sk!lls inclined in rhyme
the s.u.c. vet’ll wreck, and break em down everytime
i sign my name on the line, g-r-a-c-e
congratulated we waited, but now they got to feel me
straighten out the profit quick, now watch the crumbs turn to bricks
with every hit another l!ck, stacking chips pay legit
street game to rap game, i switched up on them haters
dope house to major sto’s, worldwide money maker

[hook – 2x]

[grace]
no more nickels and dimes, i’m writing rhymes for mine
i peeped the game while doing time, came home with a grind
it’s time to shine and blind, and represent big stacks
across the map the shows packed, by acting bad on tracks
i’m shown love in the club, known from the freestyle dubs
with screw-u wrecking mics, dranking sprite and it’s mud
riding high kiluminatti, underground on status
screwed up cl!ck cream of the crop, and i’ll be one of the baddest
stacking cabbage living lavish, watch my profit get bigger
bit off some bricks with some crumb, and painted much clearer picture
a 3rd coast mob figga, syrup sipper in the do’
come from the land of candy sw-nging, banging on 84’s
popping trunk and blowing skunk, writing it down getting crunk
but for the punks they pulling stunts, releasing game over funk
the deal’s done game over, mix the syrup with the soda
that prove i’m colder thinking thoeder, sober down and move over

[hook – 3x]

[big t]
i’m coming down coming down, coming down-down
coming down coming down, coming down-down
coming down coming down, chop-chop-chop

- dat boy grace lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS