Spotlight Sessions

Intro:
Hmm
Ya like this beat ya know
Grubbo
Yo Curtis engineered...
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Verse 1:
I got grub to throw away
These cats won't go away
I got local spots and old spots too, they’re throwaways
Got YG's chinging up youts in O, can't make no dough today
Yo Ms bring that bitch, she can bank on the motorway
I just put a whole nine in pebbles
They’re like "Grubbo you cheeky devil"
And you know that I remix that
So the profits looking all mental
For this trap shit I need a medal
Pyrex lookin' all fucked up and I just blew the fuse on my kettle
Man whip the work, let it settle
They can't whip dinners like Grubbo
If you can't bank food then swallow
Don't talk too much in the whip, bro y'know I'm on casеs, obbo
One of the hardest out in my city
Been in thе bando where it's gritty
I don’t do G Checks, don’t be silly
You never see Grubbo out with no flicky
I like trapping on the ends
M's likes trapping up in country
Cats like to waffle, give me headaches
Don’t try and reason with a junky
Got this cat, he got one leg
Kinda funny, call him stumpy
Go listen to High Rise Dreaming, show man how I do it when cats try bump me
Bando keeping up a fuckery
It's 10am, I made a monkey
I know man like fucking cats, disgusting never let 'em touch me
You ever seen a kitty die? That shit ain't funny though, my guy
I watched this bishead overdoses, my other kitty saved him, brought him back to life
First time it was a shock, but that shit happens all the time
It’s kinda playing with my mind, but on the nothing I'll be fine
Feeling like I'm in the matrix, everyday's all the same shit
My times coming I can taste it
Meantime I'll work the grave shift
This cats just looking at me funny
I told him I ain't got no money
He knows I got a nine of each, every time I reach wonder why I'm grubby
Ima sell it to his buddies, I built a ticket line with cruddy
I been at it all week, I ain't got no sleep, I'm looking like a duppy
It's trappy settings regardless, man sell crack my bros do harvest
Don't show face, that's pepper
And I'm an active artist
Exposed to fuckery since a child
Drugs and alcohol allowed
I never make my parents proud
My only goal was get an ounce
Ounce of both, white and brown
The way I came was kinda foul
Big bro showed me break it down
Don't take no shorts, you're not a clown
They chat shit, punch 'em in the mouth
Your cousin smokes the shit as well
Make sure you hand them testers out
And stay consistent in drought
Now they now grubby, word of mouth
Survival, gotta stay afloat
If you don't swim you're gonna drown
I had to cut out all the loud
Cali had man in the cloud
All it ever did was slow me down
Now they listen when I talk my shit, I think they like the way it sounds
110, I'm on the M
Can't let 'em box me in again
OT, trapping off the ends
Getting busy, me and Ms
With the pyrex, know a couple gems
Give 'em one to one, said its 10
Need all the numbers out your phonebook
Send out texts to your friends
Concern to supply, I don't give a toss
Life's been hard but I buy it soft
Reason we rarely was talking bout cops
Ask us for spots, you pattern the loft
Fill it with lights, whole load of pots
Man flood the ends whenever it drops
From a young boy, I been trapping a lot
Fuck up the spot and it's not gonna stop