Gracy Hopkins - E02: Up-And-Coming (-2) lyrics
[Gracy Hopkins - E02: Up-And-Coming -2 lyrics]
-Yo, yo, yo, yo
We're out here chilling with my bro
Grizzly, the new king man
The new Albert Pe$o
You dig? I'm chilling with my
-Fuck you mean new Albert
Pe$o? Fuck your references
Doing everything by
Myself writing, making, recording, mixing and
Mastering everything by myself
Now get the fuck outta here!
Young nigga getting closer to the throne
Winnin all getting closer to the bomb
Detractors barking like dogs
So I got em getting closer to the bone
Young nigga getting closer to the throne
To them boys, I be looking like a coach
Talkin' bout it, when I pop the advance
All this money build a bus in my pants
Young nigga got 'em (ugh) in shock
Ain't afraid to tell a nigga to stop
My noise getting closer to the roarrr
Your noise getting closer to the groan
Man top, man G ain't pressured
Man cop', man 'py, man paste, yup
Young niggas getting closer to the clone
Money callin', getting closer to the phone
Ringtone (leave a voicemail)
I turn great like s'posed to
I told fame come closer
Des grands steps comme Claude
I'd like to stay unsigned
Myself and I, my own roster
A little word if you don't like me
Or if hate is your parents
I make y'all turn foster
(UP) and (COMING) , no F, getting As only
If you keep losing get away from me, nigga
I'm (UP) and (COMING) , please, leave, wanna fuck me just to get a clue about the release, so sad
I'm (UP) and (COMING) , I (WALK) and (RUNNING) yo, win again, and win again, and win again, and winning
I'm (UP) and (COMING) , I'm (COLD) and (BURNING) like time I'm (RUNNING) shit, nah!
Young nigga ain't posing with the chrome
Young nigga getting closer to the throne
And I'm cleaning my ass with the crown
(yeah, yeah)
Now that's some shit on the thing
(yeah, yeah)
Now the gold and the stone turn brown
Yeah, yeah
I repaint the whole room with my excrement
Got George next to me screaming "excellent"
Dope shit, stay the plug of the instrument
You can ask him and who can test the man?
Call a asian boy to translate
That's gold on my dick, get away from it
Unmask you right now, sense ain't late
Unless that ass is platinum
What you doing here? Get lost
Ex-girl bringing roses to the dome
Ex haters making noises to this song
Oh shit!
I turn great like s'posed to
I told fame come closer
Des grands steps comme Claude
I'd like to stay unsigned
Myself and I, my own roster
A little word if you don't like me
Or if hate is your parents
"You've fucked with the wrong one b, on God
You will pay for that shit cuz
Should have kept your mouth shut"
I make y'all turn foster
(UP) and (COMING) , no F, getting As only
If you keep losing get away from me, nigga
I'm (UP) and (COMING) , please, leave, wanna fuck me just to get a clue about the release, so sad
I'm (UP) and (COMING) , I (WALK) and (RUNNING) yo, win again, and win again, and win again, and winning
I'm (UP) and (COMING) , I'm (COLD) and (BURNING) like time I'm (RUNNING) shit, nah!
(I'm a rockstar)
The goal of your life is to blow up
You going to do everything
To reach this point
But stupidity had you, and now you're trapped
Albert Pe$o wants you down
Now the love of your life start to blow up
Your phone, you do everything to dodge this
Wrong are you actions
And you start to think only now but too late
We're out here chilling with my bro
Grizzly, the new king man
The new Albert Pe$o
You dig? I'm chilling with my
-Fuck you mean new Albert
Pe$o? Fuck your references
Doing everything by
Myself writing, making, recording, mixing and
Mastering everything by myself
Now get the fuck outta here!
Young nigga getting closer to the throne
Winnin all getting closer to the bomb
Detractors barking like dogs
So I got em getting closer to the bone
Young nigga getting closer to the throne
To them boys, I be looking like a coach
Talkin' bout it, when I pop the advance
All this money build a bus in my pants
Young nigga got 'em (ugh) in shock
Ain't afraid to tell a nigga to stop
My noise getting closer to the roarrr
Your noise getting closer to the groan
Man top, man G ain't pressured
Man cop', man 'py, man paste, yup
Young niggas getting closer to the clone
Money callin', getting closer to the phone
Ringtone (leave a voicemail)
I turn great like s'posed to
I told fame come closer
Des grands steps comme Claude
I'd like to stay unsigned
Myself and I, my own roster
A little word if you don't like me
Or if hate is your parents
I make y'all turn foster
(UP) and (COMING) , no F, getting As only
If you keep losing get away from me, nigga
I'm (UP) and (COMING) , please, leave, wanna fuck me just to get a clue about the release, so sad
I'm (UP) and (COMING) , I (WALK) and (RUNNING) yo, win again, and win again, and win again, and winning
I'm (UP) and (COMING) , I'm (COLD) and (BURNING) like time I'm (RUNNING) shit, nah!
Young nigga ain't posing with the chrome
Young nigga getting closer to the throne
And I'm cleaning my ass with the crown
(yeah, yeah)
Now that's some shit on the thing
(yeah, yeah)
Now the gold and the stone turn brown
Yeah, yeah
I repaint the whole room with my excrement
Got George next to me screaming "excellent"
Dope shit, stay the plug of the instrument
You can ask him and who can test the man?
Call a asian boy to translate
That's gold on my dick, get away from it
Unmask you right now, sense ain't late
Unless that ass is platinum
What you doing here? Get lost
Ex-girl bringing roses to the dome
Ex haters making noises to this song
Oh shit!
I turn great like s'posed to
I told fame come closer
Des grands steps comme Claude
I'd like to stay unsigned
Myself and I, my own roster
A little word if you don't like me
Or if hate is your parents
"You've fucked with the wrong one b, on God
You will pay for that shit cuz
Should have kept your mouth shut"
I make y'all turn foster
(UP) and (COMING) , no F, getting As only
If you keep losing get away from me, nigga
I'm (UP) and (COMING) , please, leave, wanna fuck me just to get a clue about the release, so sad
I'm (UP) and (COMING) , I (WALK) and (RUNNING) yo, win again, and win again, and win again, and winning
I'm (UP) and (COMING) , I'm (COLD) and (BURNING) like time I'm (RUNNING) shit, nah!
(I'm a rockstar)
The goal of your life is to blow up
You going to do everything
To reach this point
But stupidity had you, and now you're trapped
Albert Pe$o wants you down
Now the love of your life start to blow up
Your phone, you do everything to dodge this
Wrong are you actions
And you start to think only now but too late