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gritfall - hearing lyrics

[intro: gritfall]
yo, hear me out, listen closesly
don’t become senseless (uh+huh)
you not hearing me, just another day

[verse: gritfall]
soaking in my surroundings like a sponge
man, i wish i heard some verbal love
growing up, embarrassed of a hug
very smug with my character i gotta a lot of heat
mobbie’ said he make “the songs you gotta read” and i felt that
but with the seeds became illiterate and unable to speak, i fell back
remember hearing drums in my sleep, restlеss
i wrote the themе to my life and forgot the live though
the same track blasting in my elo on repeat
peep the game i see, do the one later, you three
i pay respect to those who go out of the way to pay me
patiently i grow the r+e+s+p+e+c+t, i heard your voice when on the ttc
i must be buggin’, trippin’ all other words to describe psycho
my subconscious tried nitro, and now i write dope
crack the page my music like if pastor mace was past his phase
chillin’ with my b+tch she got keisha body and haille face
tried to tell her stop sippin’ the alizé on bad days
but what your heard and saw as a baby is how you act today (act today)
that’s how you act today (today, no other way)
watch what you telling the kid
[verse 2: gritfall]
yeah, you only hear me you ain’t listen (listen)
in my hands the microphone that i’m brandishing (uh+huh)
no you can’t kick it, would i react in this way if it’s just an ambition? (nope)
if we talking ammunition i got plenty
don’t let me on your song ‘less a doc’ ready
i teach you how to properly pop the confetti
your eardrums pop from the rise of altitude (we on top)
i know hip+hop ain’t your life and it’s pop that you’d rather do
you in my dm like “yo, grit i want a track with you, i don’t got no money, but i’m nice as f+ck and rappin’ my passion dude”
i like your energy, but i did the knowledge you lack proof (ain’t sh+t)
i hate to say it, but when it’s the truth i has to

[verse: moses]
sh+t stainless
shotty from uk, she sayin’ she like the trainers
listening to the aimless
they, don’t like the way that he young, black and dangerous
so, they tryna’ frame him before he too famous
snap a pic’ up, brodie said he [?] so he tryna’ pick some ricks up
and im at your crib kicks kicked up, your b+tch l!ck the d+ck up
like 52 pickup, n+gga just don’t slip up
don’t hate the player, hate the regulations and the limitations
me and brodie in the whip doing donuts get your b+tch naked
a man must control his money, words and impatience
slow on cash, mos def, n+gga resperation
never late to a check like reperations
uh, hallucinations auditory, you n+ggas [?] making fables, this a true story

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