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greg grease - harvest كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 – greg grease]
jealously is ugly and you looking like medusa
we i’m leaving sermons leave em’ saying, “hallelujah”
where them kids is shooters, man and boys will do ya
no karma de sutra, they buggin’, brain is flooded with drugs and vomit as usual
wow, the hood is – wild – style for miles
come in town, waggin’ and saggin’ with grams and bags of that cabbage
twisted in black and mouse
any way to elevate
my team is finally winnin’ so we got something to celebrate
i’m eating cake, not countin’ it
cause’ i’m bloated as sh-t, bit my flows legit
got potent and mental is focused, just hopin’ that you’d notice
this system is h-lla bogus and stanky as halitosis
they clownin’ but my rhymes are dopest
peep the oldest, how i’m livin’
this me – twist and sippin’ henessy
till’ i fell asleep
dad’s responsibilities compiled and precious k!llin’ g’s
back in days of little league everything was symmetry
kickin’ sh-t and chasin’ cheeks
livin’ ill, man, life was sweet
talk is cheap
and focus quick to sell their drinks for the cost of sneaks
so sad i’m asking, “what happened to dignity?”
and liberty, humility
remember me for hatin’ laps and days don’t fill the weak
still industries, my industries, so interesting compared to me
was real to peeps is to live they life to infamy
have the coldest soul in the century
like the swisher get a lift like it’s meant to be
to release this stress while i spit the beat
step anybody to the penny to the tenth degree

[verse 2 – meta]
real degree, apocalypse for all of us at year’s end?
probably not but if it is i’m stickin’ with this beard then
scriptin’ some uplifting sh-t to divy to the children
while fl1ckin’ off lieutenants, callin’ em’ pigs and hollerin’ it as loud as i can
officer, quit – hittin’ my folks, it’s sickenin’
is it our clothes, is it the slang?
you can be bigots, but isn’t their hope, remember your oaths?
n-ggas is broke
and willing to go if it comes down to, what the f-ck ya’ll doin’?
filling your quotas, getting your vote
defending your own, offending the most
get us provoked, we under arrest
some of you b-tches, they call us suspicious
wondering why we chill and we smoke?
motherf-ckin’ idiots we livin’ in a host
benjamin’s a pity cause’ the city got us toting
all the pain away, d-mn right
generation of men that beat up girls cause’ they can’t fight
that’s life, the one we chose
bees surround the honeycombs
money throws rain down?
they dance until their muddy soles worn down
froze, runny noses, numbing toes, hungry stomachs, bummy clothes and ugly hose on funny mode
d-mn shame, refuse to stress
sh-t resembles budapest
let these fews consume my chest while plotting all these future checks
demise will rise too soon to flex
i’m alive and fine with losing br–sts
tryna to find with few address or ride and die a crucial death

[verse 3 – greg grease]
too pressure for people pursuing paper
they chase for p-ssy and paraphernalia’s major
they say get your money, man
i say, “it’s in my nature”
influence surrounding me, compounding till it’s major
i can’t stand the hype
do what you like
stand in spite
influence your life
party all night
and feeling all right
intoxicate your mental waste
indoctrinate the outer sp-ce
livin’ to the limit but what i’m givin’ when the coppers chase?

- greg grease

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