Against The Grain

Watch out for your friends

Ayo ayo you you you got that thing for me huh?

You thought I was layin? no no I aint layin Im takin

You dont understand? You confused?

How bout if I stuff your fuckin head through that

window

That would unconfuse you right?

Thought I was layin give me the fuckin money come on

Verse 1:

Im blamin

lame ass rappers frontin for famin

I should open up a casino for all the games you playin

Im sayin, everyday in a different namin

Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin

We stressin, that you don't be stressin us

And if you GS and GS than dont be B.S'n us

Just be B.S'n logicly

Not like that we be guessin

Because the truth need no modesty

Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whateva

What it is, is what it is

We can party together

You know how the game goes

Whenever your name grows

But still love is love fuckin the same hoes

Against the grain goes the souped up rapper

He spittin venom

So now we gotta get wit him

And do the ten thing

Frightenin, while his men cling

Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginsing

It all ends with, all of his mens hit

And now our future friends shit

Strictly forensic

But thats the life we livin'

Drivin', thats how we driven

Strivin, you must be robin

Cause I aint given

Shoot ya guns

Chorus:

Now when we bless this with precise shit

That we suffice with

We keep your mentals lit

Now when we bless this

(echo: bless this, bless this, bless this, bless this)

verse 2:

I see ya overly concerni