André DeSaint, Hell’z OWN - Grain, Pt. 2 lyrics

Yeah, these are them type of drums I like
The best verse that’s on
Any song is the one I write
I’m a Florida boy
When I rap they say run it byke (back)
You niggas do some goofy shit for 100 likes
When my granny died I cried for 100 nights
I learned a lot from taking
Ls keep your dumb advice
Look I just keep them numbers running
When it come to price
The marathon continues
I’ma run the summer twice
I’m going for it ‘till they hand it over
Fuck you thought?
I’m thinking dollar signs will probably
Bring my family closer
If he don’t speak that language then
Don’t let that man approach you
I’m trying to turn them dark
Days into Sammy Sosa trust me
You gon’ have to go out and get it yourself
Cause all that pocket watching
Ain’t really gon’ help
All my heroes let it stack
Up and divi the wealth
Watching Succession cause I’m plotting
A billi myself deSaint

When I dip Ima drag
Riding the city wit fire in my hands
Turn 2 to a 50 and a 9 to a half
Lining em up gotta get in my bag
Dollars and pennies I’m making them stack
Lacing the bags gotta roll up correctly
Have your ass holding the guts in your belly
If you ever come disrespect me
The slips of these Benji’s
That’s falling up out of my jeans
Til my pockets is empty
And my bitch back at the crib
I love when these strippers
Come tempt me bitch
Please do not sleep on me now
If you do you gone never forget me
I’m a big tipper i’m a big stepper
I’m a big repper
With a short ass little temper
Stick on me now incase one
Of these niggas start tripping
57 F N came with extensions
Niggas claim the costa nostra
Till the toaster pop
Girl don’t hold that girl close to your nose
It’ll make your whole shit drop
I’m over dosing on these on these hoes
And I been the darkest coldest opp
Catch you lacking at the light
It’s over over yuh
You know it’s over over yuh
You know it’s over over yuh
Bitch it’s over over yuh