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tee grizzley - keep the rest lyrics

[intro]
free the real, keep the rest, b-tch
ah

[verse]
this winnin’ sh-t’s easy, all you gotta do is grind and pray (amen)
if you ain’t f-ckin’ found somebody else’s time to waste
at the rolls dealership like, “hmm, i’m just gon’ cop the wraith”
free my lil’ bro, he ‘posed to got it and got out the way (d-mn, bro)
n-gga, we don’t get no sleep ’cause we be grindin’ hard (grind)
bring the game to its knees, you know i’m tryin’ hard (rap game)
i believe in the const-tution (yeah)
so you know i exercise my right to bear firearms
ayy, and i don’t owe a n-gga sh-t, y’all can blow a n-gga’s d-ck
we got sticks in our bags, we shoot bags to the sticks
v called home from jail, it’s a hundred for a 10th
mark come home in 2020 so i set aside an m
you gon’ hear a lot of sh-t about me
but i ain’t clearin’ up sh-t, you gon’ believe what you believe
all my haters broke, drug dealers or no-name mcs (wack)
or a b-tch who ate my d-ck and then got left up at the suite, hold up (b-tch stay there)
i don’t take pictures with no guns ’cause they not for show
we ain’t family, my n-gga, stop callin’ me “bro” (who is you?)
you would hate to see my face if i was still broke
treat you like a stripper ’bout your jewelry, take it off slow (give it up)
used to rob n-ggas, i’d run up on ’em with two glocks
like run that, before you meet my favorite rapper, 2pac
50 shots on him so the glizzy really a oowop
i got the dope, you got the money, we can do a swap (swap it out)
used to want a g-shock, then the patek came
make sure your b-tch was home at 12, it’s a respect thing (yeah)
heard n-ggas sn-tchin’ chains, i ain’t finna wrestle
trippin’ get your stupid -ss lit up like the patek bezel
so much dough, i had to bag it with a shovel
i’m the reason they put metal detectors in dpss
lou said if you get shot, you ain’t gon’ die if you don’t panic
you ain’t gon’ die if you don’t panic, hold up
that ho ain’t cut me off for you, boy, i demoted her
i ain’t tryna get to know you, ho, you know what’s up
hundred on my chopper ’cause that 30 don’t shoot long enough
if you ain’t a private client, your account don’t hold enough (get it up)
gang ’til the world go up in flames, i ain’t switchin’
presidential, ain’t no tickin’, chopper bust you down like our wrists
glock got the .40 and i got the big four nickel
don’t make us separate your body from your spirit, ayy
this money ain’t stop a n-gga from bein’ vicious
alcohol on the sh-lls, no dna or no witness (clean it up)
grind hard ’cause i still remember them evictions
i owe granny some plates, i used to chop up on her dishes (chop ’em down)
heavy checks, still trappin’, call it rich hustlin’ (call it rich hustlin’)
tell these n-ggas gon’ ‘head with all that d-ck suckin’ (boy, you a d-ck sucker)
heavy checks, still trappin’, call it rich hustlin’
i don’t know if n-ggas g-y or what ’cause y’all be d-ck suckin’ (n-gga)
i got a rapper’s baby mama playin’ in my dreads (let’s get it)
money off the music, still playin’ with the meds (what else?)
had to slow up on the 10, can’t play with the feds (why?)
i ain’t trippin’ on that sh-t, we ran up the bands
real n-gga, so i’m cool with my ex-b-tch (ex-b-tch)
stay fresh, keep some bands, i’m from the west, b-tch (joy road, b-tch)
we hit the club and make a mess, b-tch (f-ck it up)
like free the real, keep the rest, b-tch

[outro]
free the guys, man, you know we gon’ hold this sh-t down
by the time you look up, that sh-t gonna be over with
and it’s back to ballin’
come pick your boys up in that bent’ truck or somethin’, ah

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