Sour Grapes Lyrics

Sour grapes make the greatest wine

Okay that's not a fact

In fact it's probably the opposite

I take it back

But it would make a nice metaphor if that was case

And In the case it is the truth

What do you make of that?

Fine wine

Drips from the lips of the god of rap

I drop hits

I don't miss

No one listens

I'm not pissed

And I'm proud of that

For some reason I like it when they don't follow back

Cuz they don't know what they missin and I am not attached

To the amount of plays I get okay I listen to a lotta rap

I know my time comin

Come on

I mean my minds built to rhyme

Every line's like a love poem

I love poems

That probably why tongue's strong

And if my tongue's strung out

I let my thumbs strum

How many guitar licks until the center of the dum dum

That's a fun pun man

I'm like one punch man

Come on

No one appreciates the greats until they're long gone

They hated Jesus they currently hating Bron Bron

But words don't stop trains

might be safer to get on

Sour grapes make the greatest wine

And even the greatest wine aint all that great

I sip colt 45

Colt 45

Sour grapes make the greatest wine

And even the greatest wine aint all that great

I sip colt 45

It cost 3.49

The best Mexican food I ever had

Was the cheapest Mexican food I ever had

Now Whenever I eat Mexican food I remember that

You give me an 8 dollar quesadilla I send it back

All my favorite clothes is thrifted

Moe's been gifted

Ever since Moe existed

And no friend ever said Moe's been distant

My notepad open Moe and his visions

My tracklist more like Moe and his victims

My fro is immense

And my flow is delicious

Gone go down as the goat

Please hold your predictions

Police put me in the hole and Imma blow up the prison

I don't hope I blow up

I just hope that you listen

And I don't promise you'll get it because I know that I'm different

Copious wisdom says I'm chosen but I know that I isn't

I put dope in my system and I put soap on the dishes

While Posted up over the stove whippin coke in the kitchen

Cobrai kai Colt 45 sippin

Afro Slimmin

Also know as Moses from the chosen religious

I keep the turn table spinning like I'm throwing the discus

And all my new homies know my old homies is vicious

They know not to get offended if they're cold and dismissive

Mirror mirror on the wall's calling Moses Narcissus

Just keep your runny ass pinnochio nose out my bidness

Because I'm known to blast off with the quickness

Blastoise drippin whole body fulla liquids

Wicked elixirs that I snatched from some Wizards

Who watched they drug stash slowly diminish

Mustache stroking ass bitches

Bust that open I'm flowin like Guiness

World record hold my beer for a minute

Or an hour

Or however long it takes

Going in without the breaks

Stomach fulla sour grapes

Sour grapes make the greatest wine

And even the greatest wine aint all that great

I sip colt 45

Colt 45

Sour grapes make the greatest wine

And even the greatest wine aint all that great

I sip colt 45

It cost 3.49

Sour grapes make the greatest wine

And even the greatest wine aint all that great

I sip colt 45

Colt 45

Sour grapes make the greatest wine

And even the greatest wine aint all that great

I sip colt 45

It cost 3.49