The Grey People

Okay

Here comes another ill verse from the Mane

I'm about to paint you a picture without the paint

They said you want it

Now you get it

I've been busy fading out

And not a single fuck was given

Them colt 45s had me swangin in the mornin you could never keep me dry

I was drankin like I was older

What's the matter?

Check your pulse lil homie

You've been skippin a beat

Get a job young brotha instead of beating your meat

Damn

There ain't nothin like a fact check

It left me feelin broke sittin folded

With a snapped nеck

Well hell

I guess I'll keep on pushing through thе madness

The problem is when everybody's lookin I feel trapped

Yeah I travel on this journey through life

I dabble with a grain of salt and keep my hand on the mic

Hey

I got them lyrical talons I'm made to last steady

Like every word out my mouth amounts to the past heavy

Pushin down on my craft that's been days and nights

I know they all will feel my wrath when I'm rippin it right

That's how I'm trying to make a change

It's only for the better though so let me do my thing

Yeah I'm in my zone

When I'm smokin on a leg sucka leave me alone

'Cause I'm known to bring the ruckus

Take a step back motherfucker

Keep your mouth closed

Bury your bones

Don't lose your life over nothin

Light up that junt and open up a window

It's that time of the month

So trick you better starta' lovin

'Cause he's comin for yall

The devils gunnin for us all

In the end so wassup?

Quit the lyin and the bluffin

It's that time of the month

Hell everybody goes through shit

Just keep your head high

Struggle with the snakes in the pit

Don't miss the main hop

What is life when stuck in a prison?

I watch the paint rot

But that's life when growin up in the mix

Hell everybody goes through shit

Just keep your head high

Struggle with the snakes in the pit

Don't miss the main hop

What is life when stuck in a prison?

I watch the paint rot

But that's life when growin up in the mix

And when I'm smokin on a leg sucka leave me alone

'Cause I'm known to bring the ruckus

Take a step back motherfucker

Keep your mouth closed

Bury your bones

Don't lose your life over nothin

Light up that junt and open up a window

It's that time of the month

So trick you better starta' lovin

'Cause he's comin for yall

The devils gunnin for us all

In the end so wassup?

Why you cryin over money?

We go to sleep hopin we can see another day

Meanwhile so many others pray to demons for the easy route

Why's everybody turnin grey?

Welcome to the case dawg

Mane I think I'm crazed

Walkin through the main hall

With a sharp pain in my back

Tryin to step over the bodies while avoiding the cracks

A matter of fact

I barely hold the weight

Look upon my face yall

Step into the matrix

Take it

Face it

You don't really matter

Maggot

How did I forget to bring ya down from the rafters?

Master, gon and run that back again

I got some business I should handle

Mane I'm out on a whim

Yeah

Hell everybody goes through shit

Just keep your head high

Struggle with the snakes in the pit

Don't miss the main hop

What is life when stuck in a prison?

I'll watch the paint rot

But that's life when growin up in the mix