Slaine - Don't Talk Greezy lyrics

Should thank the lord that you blew up, softy
And don't talk greezy, you grew up off me
Don't don't talk greezy, you grew up off me
Don't don't talk greezy, you grew up off me

Through the years I've been grown
I've been known as a Molotov grown
Firestarter with the power of
A holocaust poem
A pencil full of history and bought off loan
On this path that I roam
Pull him halfway home
My tone is laced with wisdom
My dome against the system
I've shown, I have risen
My rhythm couldn't be blown
I'm hard as stone
Hottest known to be part of the throne
Kingdom, father, beyond, money
Powder and porn i was born in the chaos
Amongst the stupid things
Never took a day off, the one's a future king
People full of jealousy, envy
Pursuit for rings and gold
That's how the angels wings are sold
And clipped off span off nips
Pussy lips licked and clips licked off
Secrets untold man, you both pushed up
Your bitch tipped off people are just off
That's why I'm paranoid and pissed off

Should thank the lord that you blew up, softy
And don't talk greezy, you grew up off me
Don't don't talk greezy, you grew up off me
Don't don't talk greezy, you grew up off me

I plan to get back to
The place where I'm from
No matter how much I give
They still hate the outcome
Like I'm walking around the block
With some dirty sneakers on
And a beat up Taurus
Plates hanging with the speakers blown
You would think I'm a nobody
The way they look away
It's like they had a opportunity
That I took away, instead
It's the other way around
I am laying ground for them
I'm just trying to do the best I can, ahem
Look I spit fire, so no-one else can torch me
Still the same cat that i
Was back on the porch, see
Now things have changed a little
Bit up in my story
Them crabs down the corner
They don't wanna see my glory
Plus I feel the Devil's fire burning
Trying to scorch me
Wifey was my best friend, but she divorced me
I don't wanna do this to you now
But, you forced me
Spit at the Devil and Jesus
Christ can't cross me

Should thank the lord that you blew up, softy
And don't talk greezy, you grew up off me
Don't don't talk greezy, you grew up off me
Don't don't talk greezy, you grew up off me

My competition's killers, so guarded
Cold hearted guerrillas
No honest bogart in my spot
Mind's not for stealers and thieves
I feel thats the least that I
Can do to protect it
I stand for what I stand for
And that shit is hectic
I ran across the planet with this
I was real, they was fake
That's why the amateurs missed
Thats why I feel you when the
Producers and your managers pissed
Thats why y'all philly and
Your bandanas don't fit, shit
Look at you dissing me in
A club that's half-full
On a show you're opening up for
For a cat that you don't know
I've been around the world
To places you won't go
Whilst your story and your
Songs don't belong, they don't flow
You misguided little boys
You don't believe me true
Fuck my neighbourhood and my girl
She can leave me too
I'll always be this dude
I'm done paying my dues
You talking about the shooter whilst
I'm spraying my jewels, oooo

Should thank the lord that you blew up, softy
And don't talk greezy, you grew up off me
Don't don't talk greezy, you grew up off me
Don't don't talk greezy, you grew up off me