The Grey People

Okay
Here comes another ill verse from the Mane
I'm about to paint you a picture without the paint
They said you want it
Now you get it
I've been busy fading out
And not a single fuck was given
Them colt 45s had me swangin in the mornin you could never keep me dry
I was drankin like I was older
What's the matter?
Check your pulse lil homie
You've been skippin a beat
Get a job young brotha instead of beating your meat
Damn
There ain't nothin like a fact check
It left me feelin broke sittin folded
With a snapped nеck
Well hell
I guess I'll keep on pushing through thе madness
The problem is when everybody's lookin I feel trapped
Yeah I travel on this journey through life
I dabble with a grain of salt and keep my hand on the mic
Hey
I got them lyrical talons I'm made to last steady
Like every word out my mouth amounts to the past heavy
Pushin down on my craft that's been days and nights
I know they all will feel my wrath when I'm rippin it right
That's how I'm trying to make a change
It's only for the better though so let me do my thing

Yeah I'm in my zone
When I'm smokin on a leg sucka leave me alone
'Cause I'm known to bring the ruckus
Take a step back motherfucker
Keep your mouth closed
Bury your bones
Don't lose your life over nothin
Light up that junt and open up a window
It's that time of the month
So trick you better starta' lovin
'Cause he's comin for yall
The devils gunnin for us all
In the end so wassup?
Quit the lyin and the bluffin
It's that time of the month
Hell everybody goes through shit
Just keep your head high
Struggle with the snakes in the pit
Don't miss the main hop
What is life when stuck in a prison?
I watch the paint rot
But that's life when growin up in the mix

Hell everybody goes through shit
Just keep your head high
Struggle with the snakes in the pit
Don't miss the main hop
What is life when stuck in a prison?
I watch the paint rot
But that's life when growin up in the mix

And when I'm smokin on a leg sucka leave me alone
'Cause I'm known to bring the ruckus
Take a step back motherfucker
Keep your mouth closed
Bury your bones
Don't lose your life over nothin
Light up that junt and open up a window
It's that time of the month
So trick you better starta' lovin
'Cause he's comin for yall
The devils gunnin for us all
In the end so wassup?
Why you cryin over money?

We go to sleep hopin we can see another day
Meanwhile so many others pray to demons for the easy route
Why's everybody turnin grey?
Welcome to the case dawg
Mane I think I'm crazed
Walkin through the main hall
With a sharp pain in my back
Tryin to step over the bodies while avoiding the cracks
A matter of fact
I barely hold the weight
Look upon my face yall
Step into the matrix
Take it
Face it
You don't really matter
Maggot
How did I forget to bring ya down from the rafters?
Master, gon and run that back again
I got some business I should handle
Mane I'm out on a whim
Yeah

Hell everybody goes through shit
Just keep your head high
Struggle with the snakes in the pit
Don't miss the main hop
What is life when stuck in a prison?
I'll watch the paint rot
But that's life when growin up in the mix