Slow Rush by Griffin OG Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Still in school but this rap shit feel like a nine-five
Kinda is only difference is it’s in the night time
They be giving me good signals I ain’t talking Wi-Fi
Yet I still be getting bars up in a place called my mind
See, If you hating, you outta your right mind
While I’m on my writing grind, sipping water like tea
Yes I am the high tide tryna get at my peak
Making music in my bedroom, yeah that’s where you’ll find me
Yeah I rap a bit, but twist it with the passionate
I’m the type to stay up until 3 to mix and master it
This ain’t the average shit, I keep the flow immaculate
Don’t manufacture Pringles cans but one day I’ll be stacking chips
Some people laugh at it, funny how they ain’t half of this
Everyone support me in the world as I imagine it
But word to the people who know what’s happening
Practice makes perfect, see why I’m done with all the practicing, yeah
[Verse 2]
Bringing it back like Star Wars in twenty-fifteen
There’s inevitably no one better than G
My skills nice, when I spit it I’m mean
Don’t wear no ice but I know one day I’ll be getting the cream
Maybe cop something nice
See we don’t love the shit we got we only love the price
Acting like there’s nothing left until there’s nothing right
This shit keeps me up at night, uh
I got the music to give me hope when there’s none in sight
The pen to my paper a boat to an ocean
If I’m in the mood, you better know that I’m coasting
See when I open, they closing, and we just call it business
I got an image of my future, and it’s pretty vivid
Living this way ain’t really nothing special
See me sitting on a couple hunnid unreleased verses and instrumentals
And as I sit here with my pencil
I wonder what of what I say is really on my level
Still in school but this rap shit feel like a nine-five
Kinda is only difference is it’s in the night time
They be giving me good signals I ain’t talking Wi-Fi
Yet I still be getting bars up in a place called my mind
See, If you hating, you outta your right mind
While I’m on my writing grind, sipping water like tea
Yes I am the high tide tryna get at my peak
Making music in my bedroom, yeah that’s where you’ll find me
Yeah I rap a bit, but twist it with the passionate
I’m the type to stay up until 3 to mix and master it
This ain’t the average shit, I keep the flow immaculate
Don’t manufacture Pringles cans but one day I’ll be stacking chips
Some people laugh at it, funny how they ain’t half of this
Everyone support me in the world as I imagine it
But word to the people who know what’s happening
Practice makes perfect, see why I’m done with all the practicing, yeah
[Verse 2]
Bringing it back like Star Wars in twenty-fifteen
There’s inevitably no one better than G
My skills nice, when I spit it I’m mean
Don’t wear no ice but I know one day I’ll be getting the cream
Maybe cop something nice
See we don’t love the shit we got we only love the price
Acting like there’s nothing left until there’s nothing right
This shit keeps me up at night, uh
I got the music to give me hope when there’s none in sight
The pen to my paper a boat to an ocean
If I’m in the mood, you better know that I’m coasting
See when I open, they closing, and we just call it business
I got an image of my future, and it’s pretty vivid
Living this way ain’t really nothing special
See me sitting on a couple hunnid unreleased verses and instrumentals
And as I sit here with my pencil
I wonder what of what I say is really on my level