The Grotto

[Verse 1]
My bitch stashed the blunt in her lace front
Can't cook, don't clean, but that's great cunt
Caught your team off guard like a fake punt
Play trump and get your bitch robbed and your face punched
She put my meat on her cheek as if her face lumped
Stay slumped, twenty pre rolled at any given time
See for these lines, fifty thousand any given rhyme
Give me mines and meet me at the finish line
See petty crimes, that's what I used to do
Petty bitches who I used to screw
Now these models circle me like hula-hoops
Who are you, see I don't wanna let the ruger loose
Two'll shoot and leave a nigga leaking out his new blue goose
My flow is tighter than the noose they tried to hang me with
I'm the one these hating niggas angry with, bang the fifth
Drain the clip at a bitch nigga with the stainless shit
Aim the shit at him and just flame the shit

[Hook]
I'm still the realest nigga standing under the sun
Just me, one hand on my gun
When I die I give it all to my son
And that's word to the weed in my lungs

[Verse 2]
Like that bomb shit, what we smoking is atomic
That bay area chronic keep me higher than a comet
The hood Adonis and I'm only being honest
I could con any goddess, get tails quicker than Sonic
Just being honest, my thoughts is often demonic
They criticizing my logic but praising me for my phonics
Sip 'til I vomit the visions of Nostradamus
I'm swigging on vodka tonic while swerving on the Taconic
Told 'em I got 'em, how the fuck could you doubt me
I ain't never fit in, so how the fuck could you out me
I'm on the road to the riches, niggas tryna reroute me
Bitches giving me scalp, my dick is all where they mouth be
They found me and pronounced me as the heir to the mansion
I'm here now, fear the expansion
Niggas biting my style, they vamping
I still play the Hamptons, with a centerfold smoking and lamping

[Bridge]
This is for my niggas on the come up
Pull your pistol out and put your gun up
If you try to run up, let it off first, stay one up
Hit the smooth dip and light a blunt up

[Hook]
I'm still the realest nigga standing under the sun
Just me, one hand on my gun
When I die I give it all to my son
And that's word to the weed in my lungs