GRU ft. J98 Lyrics

Aye

Bitch you already know what's good with me I'm stoned for a livin' ho

If you didn't now ya know

Bitch

I feel a wave now in this muhfucker

Bitch I'm on a mission for a million

Paid in full livin

Said I want that beamer like I'm Mitch

But my homies never switchin

I can't switch up for bitches

I gotta get to the money

The code is money dawg

You know what it is

I go in and get this shit

Don't switch on my friends

I want me somethin' new so I'm bout to buy a benz

No license but we gon whip this shit by any means

Feelin' like I'm Malcolm but I got ya bitch she fuckin me

I'm overseas you should know wassup

I got this bitch I'm fuckin' her but I know that I ain't in love with her

I'm bout the money so I make it, it don't make me

I'ma do this shit and yea my songs stay on repeat

Ballin' out endlessly

She wanted to fuck with me

So I had to hit it and pass it cause you should know it's me

Mr. 98, Mr. Get The Cake, Mr. Never Change, Mr. Do This Shit by Any Means

You know what I say

It's NariZu from NewJeruz, now who the fuck is you

Nevermind, ain't wasting time in introducing you

Gettin cash n smackin ass now that's the usual

I'm seeing why they hate my fuckin guts cause life is beautiful

Focused on myself but you need zips n I'll deliver em

Niggas act like bitches they get mad when you get rid of em

Off Ritalins they call me a sinner that's spittin synonyms

They couldn't match my energy below me I envision em

Multiple sources of income boy because I need it all

Them niggas was standing right next to me but praying I would fall

Changing race to Samoans cause like Dwayne I'm standing tall

Who got the ball they playing in my court and this ain't basketball

I want it all

Motherfuckers in my face smiling n actin' nice

Never let em hug me cause my back is where they stab the knife

I cut the world off even my bitch, she wasn't actin right

You got me once ain't no chance in hell you gon stab me twice

Niggas talm bout they real I swear I never feel em

Ain't no killer but they push me Lord I swear to God I'll kill em

Forgive me my sins, I just had a lot to deal with

All these lil niggas is my sons and ion got no children

Lace you with some LSD, yo do you get visuals

I'm countin on the big bucks, you just getting residuals

Individual, don't fit ina crowd, and I'm unbridgeable

Unfixable, my life on this world it became conditional

To save it, like the son of the motherfucker who made it

I'm faded, record labels be like which slave are we trading

So I just stay away cause ain't no way that I'm persuaded

Even tho me and the Angel of Music somehow related

Gangstas told me spit some pain no option but to preach a sermon

No matter what I say my life is good for the all people lurkin

I do it for myself world on my shoulders done became a burden

This that grimey raw unholy Zu dawg not the other version

Bitch