Slihmm - Grace [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[prod. brother moon]

Pussy nigga, quit your sobbing
I was raised to handle problems we ain't never talk 'em out
Used to dribble with a nigga, now I heard he up and killing
And he ain't never getting out, but I don't really give no fuck
Poppa popping on my momma cause she'd often run her mouth
I'm just trying to get that paper and get the fuck up out my house
I'm busy pocketing bucks, these niggas talking too much
You try to rob me I'm dumping and leaving all of y'all slumped for real
Shit, cause greedy niggas got my uncle killed
Quiet fools is counted wise so I keep the tongue concealed
They wanted something iller, shit I gave 'em something realer
I spit that raw shit, fuck the filler
I'm kind of sick of stupid niggas steady asking how I do it
Shit I knew that I would get it from the start
And my momma steady asking where my motherfucking head at
I don't answer cause it'd probably break her heart