Grip Grand, Richie Cunning - A Penny lyrics

A penny for my thoughts? Keep the change
I’ll still take it back
(Way back) like the last time my beeper rang
Tell U2 the sweetest thing
Is when I get smart with the rhyme
And start shinin’ like Stephen King!
We hijackin’ for a penny and
Plus take ‘em out like the
Third-row seats in a minivan
It’s a scam, if I make the call
Finally got a piece of the pie
But, I was starvin’ so I ate it all!
I ain’t involved with your pettiness
The B is a shark tank
And Grip is all teeth like Tom Petty is
I’m armed and ready ‘cuz I won’t back down
And this is the real West we True Grit
You Brokeback Mountain
Go back to Suckertown, off with your crown!
I fought the law, left ‘em in the streets
"Officer down!"
Walkin’ around like we own the place
But we don’t own shit
Tell these labels that they don’t own Grip!

I need a penny!
A penny if you want my two cents
Give me a penny! A penny for my overdue rent
I need a penny! A penny is the price I got
For my blueprint, two cents, twice as hot!

A yo, a penny for my thoughts
I’ll open up my dome
And sell you a hundred and fifty so
I can catch a bus home matter of fact
If you wanna get philosophical
I talk for a profit and chop
It up until my pocket’s full
‘Cuz I been sittin’ on a couple of things
Straight strugglin’ with this life and
All the trouble it brings
I got enough thoughts to last
A millennium and plenty of ‘em only cost
A penny if you cross my path
You know I can’t be sharin’ my songs
I’m tryin’ to make more than a penny so
That I can take care of my moms (For real)
I remember bein’ a toddler
And pops would tell me to keep a
Copper in my pocket like a mobster
I wander streets sippin’ a bottle of stout
Thinkin’ million dollar thoughts but I
Keep tossin’ ‘em out
So call me the big spender yo
I hope they remember this
When I end up penniless and forgotten about
Gimme your money!

Yo! A penny for your thoughts?
That’s a bum deal, as anyone will
Tell you who’s livin’ in the jungle
Welcome to Bumville we try to get this money
But still it’s only until some villain vics
You for your bundle did I m-mumble?
The B is where I hang my chapeau
It ain’t a castle on the other hand
I ain’t an asshole i guess it works out
Tell Flip I’m tryin’ to get this verse out
I love a free beat
Because I’m cheap-cheap like a birdhouse
You know it’s Broakland
Where businesses is always closin’
Why you suppose then
The liquor store is always open?
I’m always frozen
And I don’t mean like all these diamonds
It’s always cold and
My rap’s hot, so I’m always rhymin’!
Hotter than hot now!
I’m rappin’ while I’m actin’ hostile
I’m really not now I’m cool, calm
And collected like I’m Moscow you lost out
So now you wanna call the cops out?
Call it a cop out
Jaw droppin’, so call it a knockout!
Here’s a penny!

I need a penny! What?
I need a penny! What what? A penny! What?
Gimme a penny! What?