Grifdorf - Beyond
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{Verse}
They told I should rap
So ima go and rap
Put it all out on the track
Like there ain’t no coming back
Everybody bout to witness
All of my, fucking business
Just checked out of Orange County
Now I’m back in the south with a bounty
Check my Mickey Mouse, it’s time
Unwind and rhyme like Ima die
Feel myself getting old, time goin by
Writing all day, drinking all night
Every damn morning, waking up depressed
All this shit they talk, it got me pressed
I’m only 19, with a dream, I’m a king, and
I’m like the data stream, I can’t be mean
I don’t want no catering
Keep it real, keep it honest
Young prophet
Looking for a goddess
Know that ain’t modest
It’s the truth
Just playing
Fun to say that shit in the booth
I ain’t smooth, I’m a dork
But I’m the dopest what’s your retort
Bars so fire, pit ya in the morg
Why try to be cool, ima just be a dork
Dopeness is an illness
On a journey, like Odysseus
Shit pointless, like Sisyphus
Virgin, but hey no Syphilis
Like uhhh
I make myself go uhh
I don’t need nobody nah
All my dogs give me a paw
(it's like a high five)
EP a masterpiece
Working undoubtedly
Until I’m out of my battery
This shit is art, put it in a gallery
I told 'em give 'em all the truth
Y’all gon get it today
Spit until I throw up
Smell the flowers, this the bouquet
This grown griffy music
And I’m working like I’m losing
But I’m winning and spinning
All in my room that’s the spaceship
Unemployed got no day shift
Prolly gonna be underrated
Man this shit sound so good
So what’s the point In hating
So ima spit it like that
Till Fantano give me a rating
And beyond
{Verse}
They told I should rap
So ima go and rap
Put it all out on the track
Like there ain’t no coming back
Everybody bout to witness
All of my, fucking business
Just checked out of Orange County
Now I’m back in the south with a bounty
Check my Mickey Mouse, it’s time
Unwind and rhyme like Ima die
Feel myself getting old, time goin by
Writing all day, drinking all night
Every damn morning, waking up depressed
All this shit they talk, it got me pressed
I’m only 19, with a dream, I’m a king, and
I’m like the data stream, I can’t be mean
I don’t want no catering
Keep it real, keep it honest
Young prophet
Looking for a goddess
Know that ain’t modest
It’s the truth
Just playing
Fun to say that shit in the booth
I ain’t smooth, I’m a dork
But I’m the dopest what’s your retort
Bars so fire, pit ya in the morg
Why try to be cool, ima just be a dork
Dopeness is an illness
On a journey, like Odysseus
Shit pointless, like Sisyphus
Virgin, but hey no Syphilis
Like uhhh
I make myself go uhh
I don’t need nobody nah
All my dogs give me a paw
(it's like a high five)
EP a masterpiece
Working undoubtedly
Until I’m out of my battery
This shit is art, put it in a gallery
I told 'em give 'em all the truth
Y’all gon get it today
Spit until I throw up
Smell the flowers, this the bouquet
This grown griffy music
And I’m working like I’m losing
But I’m winning and spinning
All in my room that’s the spaceship
Unemployed got no day shift
Prolly gonna be underrated
Man this shit sound so good
So what’s the point In hating
So ima spit it like that
Till Fantano give me a rating
And beyond