Gem Drop lyrics

[Intro]
Once again

[Verse]
These n*ggas wanna be Scarface, then forget the endin' (Uh-huh)
Chasin' attention, you'll be popular when your death is trendin'
Couple official n*ggas is in it, the rest pretended
I'm Kyrie Irving with the ball, you're the ref defendin' (Uh-huh)
A mixed match, crossed, stepped back then drive the lane
I've been posterizin' lanes since my first game (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Seen it on the ambulance pull up, thеn the hearse camе
Another bloodbath, killin' sh*t in the worst way
'f*ck outta here, no kid next to me with the wordplay
Bread first the couple of thousands to prefer pain
When I'm describin' all of my peers, I use the word ''Prey''
I chase 'em down like a cheetah to rip off they face (Uh)
Of course, I say grace before I eat your food, that's just the custom (Uh-huh)
Tryna double the duckets, I had to cut the substance (I did)
Leveled up, now it's raw like no rubber f*ckin'
If death is one of course, life is sleep's other cousin
Damn right, these rappers suck, they shoulda stuck to hustlin' (You n*ggas trash)
Or stayed at the stock room in Walmart
I'm a Allstar, been hittin' sh*t out the ballpark
Sorta like Ken Griffey and Sammy Sosa when his skin was dark
Attracted to the money, like blood in the water around a shark
Out of every knife from the drawer, I'm the most sharp (Uh-huh)
All skill like Phil Taylor how I throw the darts
Dead accurate, like a army sniper killin' marks
I used to hustle in the park, bags of white in dark
A minor way to monetize off my street smarts
Now I'm tryna clean up all the money like some Ozark
Pay up, if you won't, or get blunt forced trauma from a blow
That'll permanently separate you from your soul (That n*gga's dead)
Lately I been on a roll, hittin' goals
Havin' my way, changin' the program like the remote control (Huh)
Get smoked if you broke the code
You better stay wise, a lot of guys risk they lives to fold the road
n*gga, this the overload, had to hit it with the hammer then the boulder broke
And then I sold a O (What?)
Cuties love it like the hoes do OVO
You novice n*ggas ain't got nothin' you can show a pro
This bolo in the dojo, get your shoulder broke
Can't figure out the smell, hoe the odor's dope
Burnin' off the spoon
And if you motherf*ckin' songs ever come on, we turn off the tune
'f*ck outta here, n*gga (n*ggas washed!)
[Outro:]
"We grinders, top rhymers
The finest, drop gems so timeless"
"The stealth bomber, gem dropper
Make the ghetto holler"

[Outro: Method Man]
If it's MC's, rapper, different, I get that
But if you got MC's, you want all lyrical content
I don't give a f*ck how many records this motherf*cker sold
Or how many f*ckin', or how, what his influence was
On the f*ckin', uh, fashion industry and sh*t like that (Uh-huh, word)
You know what I mean
You know certain n*ggas, when they, when you hear they verses
You pay attention (Attention, right)
Because you know this n*gga about to say some sh*t (Right), facts for real
And that's the whole Griselda