GrandeMarshall - Terre's Theme Lyrics
Ladies and Gentlemen...[Verse 1]Drowning my thoughts out in this black smokeBurn so well, my mind cloudy, nigga can’t you tell?Chopping, chopping, chopping split one sparking up my stressGoing through the worse, but we praying for the bestSystem *****ed us up, made my brother pick the scraps upMy other bag the crack up, thank god for this rap stuffCause if I ain’t find these mics and pensI probably be sending a kite from the pennChopping a deuce, breaking a 4, selling a thang, one short of a 10Making amends, me and my endsStirring a bowl that makes in a penKnowing my luck I'd prolly be down on State Road serving no less than a 10Rap shit changed it all, put a couple stacks in my drawsPut a couple more hoes on my ballsAnd a nigga ain't even onWe screaming mo mugga mo murder, mo murder for muggaFor the folds, I load my 4'sNigga I’m young wylin' and thuggin'Hand up on my nuts like ***** it, a clip don’t cost you nothingThat’s the price you pay for stuntingWalk your talk nigga or run itx 2Here's a shot for my niggas locked downAim for the chest, going through the worseBut we praying for the best, shotFor my niggas locked down, take mine to the headSleepless nights but I’d rather that than dead[Verse 2]Drowning my sorrows in this 40 ounceFlow so well, damn I’m *****ed upNigga can’t you tell ?Can’t you pop the topCrack the back and I hit the swerveI’m on it, pouring deuces just to calm my nervesReal nigga addiction, real nigga afflictionThis is what the game is missinReal shit from real niggasWanted models and a wifey, but a life you make decisionsReason why my record’s filled with one night standsAnd solo zeros*****ing with black widows, snakes of all kindsLustful *****es worst than Uma in Batman and RobinThese money hungry *****es wanting niggas cause they dimesSloppy seconds checking if a nigga got the time for 'emThat 40 temp me like 40 daysLiquor or the blicker, understand with me the 40 staysShe hate to love me, love to hate me, all the sameSwisher and some *****es back to drowning my sorrow in this painx 2Here's a shot for my niggas locked downAim for the chest, going through the worseBut we praying for the best, shotFor my niggas locked down, take mine to the headSleepless nights but I’d rather that than dead
