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granddad woolly - 219716 lyrics

(granddad woolly verse 1)
what it do mane?, have a seat we got some new thangs/
oito is the vibe get it live from out that blue thang/
never popped the pill, or twisted real in the booth mane/
or swapped soul for the deal, i’ll leave that sh+t to you mane/
they miss the fine print when they sign up for that new fame/
they give ya 15 but never warn you at the 2 mane/
gassing up them tunes likе you really bout to move thangs/
but at best it’s mad cheeks, likе the blue flame, make it bounce/
like records after sessions i be blessing/
use my own voice to make a real impression/
cause y’all sounding funny, desperate, down bad and bummy/
better build some worth, they’ll either try to tear you down or take your turf, that’s why i’m bout mine/
region rat, dodged the trap, but still snap and out rhyme/
tales from the good aways outshine, i’m living proof/
steady bringing death while i’m out here breaking loops/
ain’t too many up my alley for the oop, get em!/

(damone tyrell verse 1)
yeah, shooting and serving i know my purpose/
they want me on the backboard, back towards the blackboard/
schooling patrick ewing, couldn’t catch up to my movement/
we go 0 to 100, brought hammers no home improvement/
i wrote my raps in class and n+ggas would call me stupid/
but teaching generations make me the most brightest student/
want everything to flow, but n+ggas ain’t never fluid/
i’m preaching better than deacons who spent they life in the pulpit yelling/
(granddad woolly verse 2)
amen! (hey man), get to the chopper, we hunt them proper/
this legendary dadda feel like sinatra cause i did it my way/
script is on crypto, highly invested/
results mighty impressive, you want in, well then you gotta pay/
silence is golden, for those who holding the weight of hate in they heart/
real talk, don’t give a f+ck bout what you got to say/
so dude put a sock in it like mick foley/
hit the road jack, but i’m kind so still have a nice day/
now tell me two other n+ggas who bar this hard/
and spit so much fire it scare the sh+t out a charizard/
we box out and knockout n+ggas who only wanna spar/
then give out pair of l’s (parallels) like we out here trying to park your car/

(damone tyrell verse 2)
atomic bars, russia trying to draft a n+gga/
your careers the future, sad to say i’m lookin past it n+gga/
never had to run up, didn’t even thing to blast a n+gga/
i was living broke, i had my family come cast a n+gga/
in a biopic, we showed on time but we ain’t miss/
had my n+ggas leave you twitching, they ain’t never streamed a bit/
take a peace out of ya pie, got some cream up out ya chick/
give her dope and give her d+ck, poke her now she got a fix/
i was banging on them drums, they ain’t never give me sticks/
i was trying to get the cake, the batter didn’t ever mix/
i was chillin at the house, you were out here gettin lit/
now you looking kinda dim, me i’m shinin on a b+tch/
(granddad woolly & damone tyrell)
219 k!lling this sh+t, k!lling this sh+t 716/
dope when it’s raw, dope when it’s mixed/
breaking em down, give em the fix/
give us a shot, bet it won’t brick/
give us a clip, steadier grip/
put on the tape, yeah it’s gon stick/
coldest around, temperature dip/
dadda and damone, see that’s a guaranteed heater/
yeah there ain’t no better fusion since goku and vegeta
we ain’t gotta do the dance, we just make them ears ring/
never fake it but we still seeing green/

(granddad woolly verse 3)
now this one’s for the free, greatest mindset something like ali/
if kendrick pimped a b+tterfly well then i’m buzzing with the bee/
give me the ball you’ll see a star, warrior it’s not z/
my story went beyond the arc, so gimme more than just three/
times to prove my charm, luck never gave it’s arm/
for me to grab, so i had reach out onto my own path, yeah/
and it kinda worked out, thanks to good ol fashioned word of mouth/
and a game plan i never muddled up/
hands got dirty but i stayed fluid, yeah i got the puddle up/
got a team, made a plan, yeah we had to huddled up/
i’m not from buf, but still about my bills, you like usher bucks, so throw it up/
and if ya fake bum dumbass don’t get/
got a red forman foot to put up in it/
i finish when i say so, you finished when the pay’s low/
now tell me dawg, who really benefiting when the day close, ponder that/
cause i rather make you think, then to blink/
but that well ain’t for everyone to drink/
and what i write is pure gold, mix it with that copper zinc/
done caught another one, steady trap em with that ink, 219 sh+t, dadda/
(damone tyrell outro)

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