Greyed Out ft. Blvff Lyrics

I'm on the couch but I'm working insane

I'm putting these words to the page

I can't help but think that my purpose is fame

Putting my 2 cents on paper, I'm basically working for change

I move on improving the earth, but my shit is the bomb I might burst into flames

Yea I'm tryna surface like dirt is

The problem I'm nervous when curtains get raised

Frankly I'm thinking bout what coulda been if I maybe just picked up a pen

Notebook was less about math but instead have them raps adding up and they filled to The Brim

No cap it ain't ever pretend

Fiction it just doesn't spill from my pen

These new rappers masked they doomed

Claim he saving the day but the villian is him

Rest in peace to an MF'n goat

Investing in beats but y'all selling ya soul

If the art isn't real what's it matter you Vincent van Gogh or you Willem Dafoe

For this Green better know I'm not stopping

I'm outta this world swear to God I'm a Goblin

Promised my momma, not Johnathon Stockton

Cuz coming up short not a probable option

Rarely cocky but kind of dramatic

No aides or assistance my Johnson is magic

My stats with the ball or a mic in my palm

Skinny broad with a bra cuz I'm constantly padding them

I'm hounded by doubters and I fight them off 'til there's plaques on my wall and all Around

Surrounded by towers and I'll climb them all, no backing off till they falling down

I'm

Way out

Stay out

Off white

Greyed out

Built my own home that's a great house

Been on my own feeling great now

They say I'm on but it's late now

Pass me the ball lemme break out

Shawty got drip like a wave now

Sitting at home eating take out

My wins, laid out

My sins, greyed out

You ain't no star you gone fade out

While I'm sipping Jack in a lake house

You aiming too high it's a ways down

It's a bird it's a plane?

No it's lame how whenever you fall need a handout from me

Keep on asking for bread like we pay pals.

'Cause you ain't provide nothing but fake clout

But that ain't been paying your bills

But pay for your thrills of a high view count

Blue check bounce cause pride too loud

When I show better keep your eyes too ground cause inside you coward

I could fight you now

On my dentist flow better bite this crown or could suck my dick cause you wifey now

On Mars got that rover now

Shit eat gas, while your bitch eat ass.

I'm a spread that shit I got Moses proud

I talk shit but I hold shit down

Y'all talk bitch, with an open mouth

Better bite your lip for this shit get worse

Only hearse I'll see is when you 6 feet down

I ain't wanna kill shit, but this shit too foul

Way out

Stay out

Off white

Greyed out

Built my own home that's a great house

Been on my own feeling great now

They say I'm on but it's late now

Pass me the ball lemme break out

Shawty got drip like a wave now

Sitting at home eating take out

Way out

Stay out

Off white

Greyed out

Been on my own feeling great now