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gavin the hotrod - grouse killa lyrics

[intro: gavin the hotrod]
well

[chorus: gavin the hotrod]
when i learned how to fly they tried to clip my wings
oh, you sittin’ at the table? brodie, what’d you bring?
oh, i get it dog, you is just an enemy (okay)
oh, i get it dog, you is just a—

[verse 1: 350]
yeah, cut my roof, let it fly, let me on the loose
walk my truth, let me slide, just let me find my groove
livin’ life like god blessed each time i’m breathin’ in
uh+huh, let me breathe it in, that was like three right there
i’ve been content tryna live me needs, okay
but i get hit with greed, okay
fightin’ off seeds of beasts, okay
how do i lead if i can’t see when folks deceivin’
and my starts my grievin’
and for folks ain’t know about life, i can’t right
can’t concede on it, nah, nah i can’t concede on it
shh, yo, gavin, let me get more?
yeah, pulled up, double park off, wearin’ parkas
mexicano knock+off, where we start off
[?], folks just look the part off
they on roleplay mode, them dudes on larp
our sheeps get mad but sheeps don’t bark off
see that lights get dark off, smirk off
not know, iron man, no stark off, no
when he come back, he buy it back though
ain’t come back, no fireback, no
when he come back, no cry back, no
wipe them tears away for good
[chorus: gavin the hotrod]
when i learned how to fly they tried to clip my wings
oh, you sittin’ at the table? brodie, what’d you bring?
oh, i get it dog, you is just an enemy (okay)
oh, i get it dog, you is just a—

[verse 2: gavin the hotrod]
that boy from the ville but he ain’t the villain
me in the beats is like lead in a penny
’cause i’m really smart with the words
don’t look to the beat, ’cause it’s goin’ dumb and it’s pretty
can’t even go where i’m from, i’ll visit ’em none
the fear when y’all windows is tinted
it’s like a five percent they ain’t shoot quick
it’s like mj finna sift me, yeah
still gotta pray, but unneeded ways
protectin’ these things that don’t bring no change
and bangin’ on glass like we back to old ways
look how you was raised
your mama work hard, your daddy gets paid
they stayed on the grind to pave you a way
your pops wanted hoops, he showed you the game
and now you on lock pretendin’ you gang, yeah
and now you pinchin’ the glock like it’s dreamin’
you stackin’ the green, but your life that you givin’
he ’bout to go shoot, he don’t need a reason
you think you a thug, i’ma tell you ’bout stephen
i turned to a saint but i roll with some heathens
tempted with fame, i see how you reachin’
you wanted the movie, but didn’t get teasers
yeah, now you lookin’ kinda done and you on your own
let me tell you what i found when i was in that zone
i found a god who was lovin’, and he does it strong
now i’m c—, now i’m c—, now i’m gone, uh
[chorus: gavin the hotrod]
when i learned how to fly they tried to clip my wings
oh, you sittin’ at the table? brodie, what’d you bring?
oh, i get it dog, you is just an enemy (okay)
oh, i get it dog, you is just a—

- gavin the hotrod lyrics

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