GRAILED

English translation

Joey, I'm scared.

I, I got, I got paper in this duffle, you got problems, I can tell.

Hope my coffin comes stuffed with dope and doubles, C Chanel. I, I got seven-figure sales.

You, you got tied up then you failed.

I, I'll explain your worth, no rare or lush, your years is spent on Grails. Your, your whole crew gon' die, my whole crew gon' smile.

I wish you well, wish that you would try. Wa- wanna get supplied?

Just ring the bell, ring the bell, ring the, ring, ring the bell.

So much paper on me, bitch, they finna think I'm checkin' mail. Get, gettin' high, smokin' 'til I leave.

Push, pu-push up on me, poke that nine, watch me roll the fee.

I, I think I'll lay off checkin' that time. Private driver parkin' out front.

Wa-wa-wantin' that paper to stand the time. Dou-doubles all in my mouth now.

Backseat ridin', my brothers smoke now. I, I got, ooh, I got paper in this duffle, you got problems, I can tell.

Hope my coffin comes stuffed with dope and doubles, C Chanel.

I, I got seven-figure sales. You, you got tied up then you failed.

I, I'll explain your worth, no rare or lush, your years is spent on Grails.

I cannot stand a motherfucker runnin' up on me.

I get it quickly, we settin' so my family. D-doom shop dealers standin' on the silly set, ya heard?

Bullets like a bird, they flyin' through your fuckin' shirt.

I wonder why you're cryin', steady hatin', steady lyin'.

You said you tough, but you's a pussy, now -your ass is fryin'.

-I'm loaded up, I'm steady aimin' at you fuckin' bitches.

I swear I love these switches, pull the trigger, rest in -pieces.

-I walk the walk, I talk the talk, and I will prove it to ya.

I'm two-eight-nine, not one-eight-six, the fatty make you fizzy. I done a lotta shit to make it where I got like this.

Dug my way up from the dirt, and now the feds pissed.

You run around, you hit the ground, and now you're bleedin', baby.

I cannot give no extra credit 'cause I'm fuckin' shady. I stay up in the shadows, demons creepin', body shallow.

I always want the battle, hear the sound of death rattle.

I got paper in this duffle, you got problems, I can tell.

Hope my coffin comes stuffed with dope and doubles, C Chanel. I, I got seven-figure sales.

You, you got tied up then you failed.

I, I'll explain your worth, no rare or lush, your years is spent on Grails.

Joey, I'm scared.