Foul Moves

[Verse 1: Greg Grease]
As the clock ticks
The plot thickens toxic
This nonsense no options for profit
The block sick from cops that'll stick your noggin
Leave you locked in a box not for pitching cotton
Where you're forgotten in the dark trying-looking for a place to sleep and grow a garden
Daily departed
I'm just getting started so I'mma keep shooting the shots till I hit the target
I'm just starving for some knowledge
And pardon my brolic patterns, but I didn't go to college cuz that shit don't really matter- to me
I'm just being hones maybe if that shit was for free
The grease is in the place to be
Books in the fleet? since elementary
I can see the misery
Pain as old as centuries
Nothing is as it pretends to be
It's saddening
The average salary is worth celery
A little of bit of green water down, what is you telling me?
You telling me nothing because you're bluffing in these streets
Lying, supplying the people with death and defeat
The same things happen cuz you come in discreet come in the creep
Taking from anyone that you meet

[Hook]
That's why you gotta watch the demons that's around(surround) you
The internet and television that surrounds you
With no space to grow and no cape to show
It's no wonder brothers out here making foul moves

[Verse 2]