Grim
SJ
Steve James
Crooked Letter J
I flip the switch and kick the grind into over drive
Third eye open I scope the prize and aim high
I fall off and come back like I planned it
Impactin' this planet like a super hero landin'
Standin' slanted on the granite with a hand cannon
You fruit loops I clipped Toucan Sam by the wings
I got you fruity pebbles runnin' and hidin' again
I'm royalty and got better flavor, King Vitamin
Decorated letterman, dedicated cheddar getta
Haters get a taste of my sweat via the wind
Im Summa cum laude of the class that's always rowdy
Little Woodys never win when I do they say howdy/how'd he?
Do dat? who dat? dude that move to dat
Groove dat get the feet movin and people lose it
I love the old school and fool with a lot of new rap
So I could autotune it and still murder a boom bap
Trapped it out in my late teens I was conforming
Got married now I'm divorced, Aye, she wasn't for me
I rap to the people that recognize my struggle
I always speak mind swear to God I need a muzzle
Puzzled guzzling gallons of whiskey, can you feel me?
Sleep paralysis like a demon tryin to kill me
You owe me money, I aint the one to come and getcha
Cuz I'ma send the bone collector to come a fetch ya
Bitch