Grim - Wiki, Lil Ugly Mane, Denzel Curry

Once this advance hit, take a 30 grand hit

Bank account damaged, I’mma get some jewels

Ain’t no sense in savin', rent to be paid in

But ain’t no way to sense it once you end up gettin' screwed

Thinkin' you the one, you gon' end up done

When that Grim Reaper come, could be chillin' by the pool

Ain’t nowhere to run, man, the sun comin' up, and

You ain’t gonna be around to see it when it’s full

Death don’t got no mercy, got you talkin' murky

When you poppin' Perkies, she pop her pussy

She drop her tushy, she almost hurt me

Let me get this nut off before the opps could murk me

Could be cops or surgery

Could be disease, could be bitchin', itchin'

Could be fuckin' fleas, my decision, Spanish cheese

Spread it, get it back, snap, cheddar Jack, pat

I’ma get 'em right back, bitch

Meet me on the other side

My only regret is that my mother cried

And my chick too, I shit you

Not, there will be another kid to take my spot

Is it too early for me?

Will there be a jury for me?

Have you heard me Lordy?

Worried you ain’t heard my story

Will it be late at night or in the early morning?

Either way, slurpin' forties out in purgatory

Ashamed of myself, the pain that I felt

My paper, my wealth, not concerned with or pertained to my health

Not concerned with if I hang from a belt

All these people talkin', I just stay to myself, so what’s real?

Watch me float around my city, gettin' wild

With a stomach full of bile, as I suffer with a smile

Think about it when I wake up, money all got ate up at the bar

Prolly get some new tomorrow, I be paid up, straight up

Floatin' down the River Styx, countin' daffodils

Ignorin' all these e-mails from Complex and Mass Appeal

Thinkin', «If I wasn’t such a pussy, I’d have had a deal»

When I die, play my failure on the blooper reel

Once this advance hit, take a 30 grand hit

Bank account damaged, I’mma get some jewels

Ain’t no sense in savin', rent to be paid in

But ain’t no way to sense it once you end up gettin' screwed

Thinkin' you the one, you gon' end up done

When that Grim Reaper come, could be chillin' by the pool

Ain’t nowhere to run, man, the sun comin' up, and

You ain’t gonna be around to see it when it’s full

Jackin' people for their beanstalks, stackin' my green up

As I keep my head to the sky, as if I seen up

See the blood, mix it with the Sprite inside of my lean cup

It’s a dual reality of sobriety, as I fiend up

Voices, scrolling' through every option, their choices

Pointless, nine millimeter might leave me voiceless

Appointed to a therapist when I’m very pissed, I’m arrogant

Tellin' myself that I be fine, it’s the point where it’s scary, yes

Carried this burden, for certain, I just need a surgeon

To take away all my emotions, my system is nervous

You only think deep when a fuckin' shrink speaks

Only time I count sheep is when a nigga six feet

Six deep, ten toes, nah, that’s sixty-fours

Nigga, I don’t play games, N64

I done been to places you ain’t even been before

Heaven and hell, angels and demons is my friends and foes

Once this advance hit, take a 30 grand hit

Bank account damaged, I’mma get some jewels

Ain’t no sense in savin', rent to be paid in

But ain’t no way to sense it once you end up gettin' screwed

Thinkin' you the one, you gon' end up done

When that Grim Reaper come, could be chillin' by the pool

Ain’t nowhere to run, man, the sun comin' up, and

You ain’t gonna be around to see it when it’s full