GRAC3 by XION90K Lyrics
When you head into the top all they going to do is hate
Made mistakes up in the past but how the fuck am I supposed to change
And I was at my lowest moment clouds were dropping fucking rain
How the fuck I’m supposed to show them that I’m not here to play
How they say they rocking with me but they switching up they lane
Why they say they got my back and then they switch up to the Janks
And I don’t think my mind could handle it when I get to the fame
Balenciaga on my feet bitch I’ve been stepping on your face
And I just made another hundred off my voice but nothing changed
Rappers think that this is a game where you’re successful
If you got chains
I can’t lie I almost gave up I was down bad with the pain
2020 was the worst I had to keep myself sane
I don’t wanna hear a thing if you ain’t check in yesterday
Got too close with all these groupies now they winning in this race
Copping swag with my first check put that to your face
Toting guns that will leave a motherfucker with no brains
And I’ve been struggling with myself since the third grade
You can’t say that anyone was there from first place
I almost gave up on my life until I met Grace
I fucking love you with my heart and that will never change up
I don’t wanna hear no talkin’ and you still bully me bruh
And now they’re banging on my line I had to tell them tough luck
Yeah I’m soft but if you testing me I might just pull up
I got my shorty by my side she stay with me till sun up
Better watch who you’ve been talking to don’t even talk tough
Never mind he ain’t gonna talk and we gon’ glue his mouth shut
It’s gonna take a lot of work but still I’m bringing my sons
I got my burner by my side it’s hotter than the fucking sun
No that’s not a fucking sandwich this a fucking MAC gun
I had all my fun with the jugging and robbing
I’m stacking this money put it in my Robbins
12 calling me but I heard that she crying
Please God stop my friends from dying
And I don’t think he know I’m trying
With this Choppa get to frying
Shout out day one shout out Ryan, shout out Corey for supplying
I’ve been moving by myself because lately everyone is lying
Realize that you’re not a prodigy until they start denying
And I’ve been taking this shit far and you can check the fucking mileage
Louis V up on my shoes and your shorty said that I’m stylish
Like a wrecking ball I’m coming in this game like Miley Cyrus
Police pulling on my street I see the flashing and the sirens
I’m not even from this earth my life you could not rewrite it
Shit is starting to make sense and now it’s coming full circle
I’ve been through some ups and downs and I’ve been jumping over hurtles
Lately ducking from the social scene I’m hiding like a turtle
Tell my boy stop taking pills and write his pain in journals
And they want to wonder why am so damn hurt
I don’t think a single soul understand me on this earth
My chop smell the abs and he got a put them in a hearse
People hitting up my DM‘s said they touched by my words
Said they touched by my words
I’ve been jugging, robbing, only right if he get murked
Someone take his body put his face up on a shirt
Someone take his body put his face up in the dirt
Made mistakes up in the past but how the fuck am I supposed to change
And I was at my lowest moment clouds were dropping fucking rain
How the fuck I’m supposed to show them that I’m not here to play
How they say they rocking with me but they switching up they lane
Why they say they got my back and then they switch up to the Janks
And I don’t think my mind could handle it when I get to the fame
Balenciaga on my feet bitch I’ve been stepping on your face
And I just made another hundred off my voice but nothing changed
Rappers think that this is a game where you’re successful
If you got chains
I can’t lie I almost gave up I was down bad with the pain
2020 was the worst I had to keep myself sane
I don’t wanna hear a thing if you ain’t check in yesterday
Got too close with all these groupies now they winning in this race
Copping swag with my first check put that to your face
Toting guns that will leave a motherfucker with no brains
And I’ve been struggling with myself since the third grade
You can’t say that anyone was there from first place
I almost gave up on my life until I met Grace
I fucking love you with my heart and that will never change up
I don’t wanna hear no talkin’ and you still bully me bruh
And now they’re banging on my line I had to tell them tough luck
Yeah I’m soft but if you testing me I might just pull up
I got my shorty by my side she stay with me till sun up
Better watch who you’ve been talking to don’t even talk tough
Never mind he ain’t gonna talk and we gon’ glue his mouth shut
It’s gonna take a lot of work but still I’m bringing my sons
I got my burner by my side it’s hotter than the fucking sun
No that’s not a fucking sandwich this a fucking MAC gun
I had all my fun with the jugging and robbing
I’m stacking this money put it in my Robbins
12 calling me but I heard that she crying
Please God stop my friends from dying
And I don’t think he know I’m trying
With this Choppa get to frying
Shout out day one shout out Ryan, shout out Corey for supplying
I’ve been moving by myself because lately everyone is lying
Realize that you’re not a prodigy until they start denying
And I’ve been taking this shit far and you can check the fucking mileage
Louis V up on my shoes and your shorty said that I’m stylish
Like a wrecking ball I’m coming in this game like Miley Cyrus
Police pulling on my street I see the flashing and the sirens
I’m not even from this earth my life you could not rewrite it
Shit is starting to make sense and now it’s coming full circle
I’ve been through some ups and downs and I’ve been jumping over hurtles
Lately ducking from the social scene I’m hiding like a turtle
Tell my boy stop taking pills and write his pain in journals
And they want to wonder why am so damn hurt
I don’t think a single soul understand me on this earth
My chop smell the abs and he got a put them in a hearse
People hitting up my DM‘s said they touched by my words
Said they touched by my words
I’ve been jugging, robbing, only right if he get murked
Someone take his body put his face up on a shirt
Someone take his body put his face up in the dirt