Idiot's Grace ft. Solvent Lyrics

I don't need a boss, I would never sign a deal

I'm here with Graves, yeah we cooking up a meal

Too gone in the smoke, don't know how to feel

Swear to God ima blow how I'm?)

We gon' make it spin around, we gon' make it spin around

We the gang to creep around, we gon' burn the city down

I've been smoking through my limit, I've been smoking through the pound

Everybody looking for me, I've been living with the hounds

When it gets cold, Moncler keep me so warm

Got a lot of old money, had it since a newborn

Had to buy my ex bitch, she was acting too torn

She was acting too torn, give her fighting one more

Yeah I had to put on the mask, yeah, you could never ever ever find me

Yeah, I could never take back all these things the same, man it really don't excite me

Why they still talking 'bout my past, I don't give a fuck, ima leave it all behind me

And now I'm up, running all the laps, I just need you right here, right beside me

I just need you, I just need you

I just need you, I just need you

What you wanna eat, got a table for two

I just need you, I just need you

Yeah, I need you right beside me

I feel like I'm Lil Peep, yeah, in my white tee

Ima keep it highkey, I know they don't like me

No you not my twin, you be acting like we Siamese

Ignorance is bliss, I don't care, that's how life be

I don't care too much, idiot's grace

Yeah they talk about me, they never say it to my face

N-A-S-A, bitch, give me some pace

L-O-L, hey bitch, I'm from out the way

I got racks in my account, I got money in the bank

I know that they love my style, yeah they say I'm hella dank

And just like my last name, ima send them to the graves

Sending shots, I'm like grrah

My rocker, I'm off it, I'm with Solvent, that's my damn dawg

If you fuck with me, throw up Cloud City with the gods

Night time in the bity, bitch I'm litty, I've been sippin' strong

I could tell you this music shit ain't for the weak

When you was in high school, you hit your peak

When I was in high school, I said fuck the teach

My classmates always tryna ask me for a feat

I graduated, said goodbye to my hometown

Still some muhfuckas back home that be talking down

Yeah, it's 'cause I turned this shit to my town

So don't even try to dap me up when I come around

So don't even try to fill my cup when I'm feeling down

All you rappers fucking suck, I'm the best around

Everybody acting tough but I know you a clown

V-I-N-T-A-G-E, wow

I bossed up, I did my own sound

Turn your speakers up, bitch get loud

You so unoriginal, you following the crowd

Counting up these decimals, I don't even need an accountant

Vintage

That real vintage, man, like

Who the fuck said I was falling off?

Bitch I'm here to stay and there ain't nothing you can do about it

Oh my days

God bless America

Cloud City