Pennies…Exit Stage Left!? - Grip, Kay Nellz, Kenny Mason

Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained?!

Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained?!

Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained?!

Look at what I have became, are you not entertained?!

Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained?!

Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained?!

Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained?!

Look at what I have became, are you not entertained?!

Sleep getting harder to come by

All I got is my balls, my word and a thumb drive

Long way from the block and ducking the one time

One time my brother got shot

Graze in the back of his braids luck happens sometimes

The sunrise is met with a dark cloud of suspicions

My family wasn’t masons but break a brick with precision

Decisions often heightens the probability of prison

Overshadowed by the grim realities of how we living

For your entertainment pictures get painted depicting the run around

The streets that made you age you desensitize to struggle now

But fuck it, you’ll come around adapt or die cause truth is

You either asking why not or asking why the grind sold separate

But that hustle come as advertised we masterminds

Got it down to a science I’ve mastered mines as for mines, umm

Yeah, those masters mine cause half the time

Your greatest attempts couldn’t match the shit I use to pass the time

Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained?!

Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained?!

Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained?!

Look at what I have became, are you not entertained?!

Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained?!

Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained?!

Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained?!

Look at what I have became, are you not entertained?!

Swerve thru Pittsburghs alert of disturbances

Turning shit I heard some shit lurking

She gone call a Lyft to slurp and lick sperm

I serve the dick, pleasured the cervix then skirted

My mind moving a million miles minutely

We ain’t on the same page, minimize then delete

We ain’t in same place talent wise, mentally

Status wise, industry in the scene or in the streets

These niggas put they self-esteem in a selfie

These niggas think a pair of jeans gone impress me

I was sharing wings with niggas with felonies

And never was selling keys but made them niggas respect me

Super 3 shooters gone shoot a 3 shoo a flea, you’ll be

Bull manure if you don’t maneuver maturely

Surely, niggas like you and me shouldn’t be dueling

But, due to cruelty we think it’s cool to see who’ll bleed

Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained?!

Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained?!

Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained?!

Look at what I have became, are you not entertained?!

Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained?!

Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained?!

Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained?!

Look at what I have became, are you not entertained?!

Late at night when you stare at walls

Where do thoughts tend to carry ya

Very flawed I would share it all

But I’m scarce on the wherewithal

On the verge of a mental lapse, even then perhaps

My cerebral will still run circles around niggas, mental laps

Rap like linvented raps and made plenty racks

But that was never the goal, these tracks help to better the soul

Alchemy how can he use letters to turn lead into gold

Stories that never been told from the time I was 7 years old

God sent heavenly flow, medley of melanin melodies

Metaphors manifest memories, summon soliloquy

Similes sentences spilling my sentiment over these instruments

It’s intimate never intermittent or inconsistent with writtens

I’m gifted my raps should come wrapped in a ribbon

Back to the basket I’m pippen I done practiced the pivot

Mastered it spit it made the picture vivid

Grip took you back to the crib with it when other niggas didn’t

(Trade pennies for pain)