Grace Jones

Redefine the model like u Grace Jones
I see all that fire on ur face, bones
If u bobbin in ur faith, don't
Treat it like its fake, u could be it if u say so

Real n*ggas pay it forward
Push the gaze and then we pay for it
Wasn’t made for it
Why we navigating in a cage for?
Boundaries for my space, u gotta make urs
Script already crooked, i'm just crumbling the page more
Tryna book it, n*gga where the sage at?
Treat my presence like a stage
I wonder what they so amazed at
Smiling in my face to cover up whats on ya head but I know that shit a face cap
Look at where we placed at
Seems of a waste bag but are you gonna take that and flip it
Or u gon smoke the dust?
My n*gga shake dat
The spirit embedded in the lyrics is
We are tryna exit, we are tryna make dat move
Cop a O, n*ggas playing tic tac toe
Sustain the breath in this bitch
It could take ya breath away
We gotta mess this shit up, we tried to put the mess away
It’s just ground work, skip the steps then its gon escalate
Put that fire on em, let it burn em, let it decimate
Tell em move dat decimal
Y’all be moving oddly unprofessional
But I can't bring my body to the festival
In a cold city, i'm just tryna dodge the eskimos
Kissin with they noses, tryna sniff for something special they could take and sell
You know they make in-cels, then choose em to legislate
Our faces be the main intel
I'ma chew the wires
Shit requires some explosion
In a gradual manner
Go get the camera
Strike a pose and it’s radical
While they posing as radical
Getting cred without work -- on sabbatical basically
We innately magical
And they hate to see it
And we hate the status quo

Redefine the model like u Grace
Like u Grace, like u Grace, like u
Like u Grace Jones
I see all that fire on ur face
On ya face, on ya face, on ya face
On ya face bones