Tee Grizzley - Keep the Rest lyrics

Free the real, keep the rest, bitch ah

This winnin' shit's easy
All you gotta do is grind and pray (Amen)
If you ain't fuckin' 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
(Damn, bro) nigga, we don't get no sleep
'cause we be grindin' hard (Grind)
Bring the game to it's knees
You know I'm tryin' hard (Rap game)
I believe in the Constitution (yeah)
So you know I exercise my
Right to bear firearms
Ayy, and I don't owe a nigga shit
Y'all can blow a nigga's dick
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 shit about me
But I ain't clearin' up shit
You gon' believe what you believe
All my haters broke
Drug dealers or no name MCs (Wack)
Or a bitch who ate my dick and
Then got left up at the suite, hold up
(Bitch stay there)
I don't take pictures with no guns
'cause they not for show
We ain't family, my nigga
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 niggas
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 bitch was home at 12
It's a respect thing (yeah)
Heard niggas snatchin' chains
I ain't finna wrestle
Trippin' get your stupid ass 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
Nigga from bein' vicious
Alcohol on the shells, 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 niggas gon' 'head with
All that dick suckin'
(Boy, you a dick sucker)
Heavy checks, still trappin'
Call it rich hustlin'
I don't know if niggas gay or
What 'cause y'all be dick suckin' (Nigga)
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 shit
We ran up the bands
Real nigga, so I'm cool with my ex-bitch
(Ex-bitch) stay fresh, keep some bands
I'm from the West, bitch
(Joy Road, bitch)
We hit the club and make a mess, bitch
(Fuck it up)
Like free the real, keep the rest, bitch

Free the guys, man
You know we gon' hold this shit down
By the time you look up
That shit gonna be over with
And it's back to ballin'
Come pick your boys up in
That Bent' truck or somethin', ah