CHAINLiiP - Grae Area Lyrics

Aye Nigga
Peep game and lock the f*ck in
This an intervention
For both y'all dumbasses
Now, pay attention
You a Greedy f*cking bastard, and I think we should talk about it
Always bumming rides, and I think we should talk about it
You a shitty singer, and I think we should talk about it
Tried to take my money and I really wasn't bout it
An entitled piece of shit, we should all talk about it
A f*cking culture vulture, we should all talk about it
So just say what's up? Cuz I'm really trynna rap about it
Nah f*ck that, cuz I'm really trynna scrap about it
How we both from Raleigh, but I got it popping more
My song and a half to your four dozen bores
All your records flopped til I came and hit record
Gave you your first hit and you still wanted more
How come half of what you sleep with is fat f*cking whores
How you transphobic but they never leave you bored
We all know your secrets, Grae, you can't shut the door
So just give it up man, we know you're sleeping on the floor
Today's your day of judgment, better look up like "Honor, your"
I mean, "Your Honor" Sorry, I beg your pardon
I have a lot of answers in life
But, you know one thing I just can't figure out
Is how
You're 1 for 46 and always crying like a bitch
Using CHAIN's name for clicks 'cause you can't make a hit
Nigga stop yelling in the mic, you're scaring all the kids
If your looks weren't enough, hold up (aye)
And those sorry ass hooks weren't enough,
It's enough to scare the hoes, I know, I know
I know
You're scaring all the hoes and you're killing the vibe
I got you terrified like you were sky high
You a vulture who's afraid of f*cking heights?
Be for real right now, you ain't even worth my time
Got fired from food lion, cuz you couldn't show on time
Easy ass job, all you had to do was cut the lines
But you f*cked up, The Story of Grae
But, forget it...
I'm not losing sleep over this, I'm not ColeWorld
But y'all better act quick, before you get put in a cold world
Man, I wrote this shit in about fifteen minutes
Y'll really not f*cking with me for real
Yeah
Lance don't think you getting out of this scotch free
I see that sneak dissing you be doing on IG
Bitchy, broke ass nigga you just can't compete
On the court, or with the hoes, you like 0-30
Don't try and go against me, nigga I'm different
That's what both your hoes told me "CHAIN, you different!"
Well they were your hoes til they met me
Yeah they were your hoes til they met C
Who your two biggest eaters were? J and T
Well they both on my roster now, I got em for freeeeeeeeeee
"Bye, Lance"
I'm up like the city girls in twenty twentyyy
Catch up, this some well cooked beeeefff
Cuz I really could beat your ass, On G
Talking all that shit as soon as I left ya see
But when I came back you ain't say shit to me
Locked yourself in the room when I came by
Prolly scared of another black guy
Prolly scared of another white guy
Caught in between both, That's the Grae Area
Now back to Grae, we could run a friendly fade
But, every time you drop, you expect a parade,
And, Every time I drop, nigga I get it okay
And, speaking of Drops, don't drop "Powerless"
That track is ass, you need to go outside and touch some grass
You disrespect ya moms when really you was wrong
I know you hear this song with ya ears, shit's oblong
Lance you rap worse than an actor, The Rock's Song (what the f*ck)
Got cut from playing baseball, hitting bongs, not bombs
Y'all go shower together, you both stink
Stand on both of y'all's necks, with two feet
I may be from the 'Burbs but I'm: Too street
Made a bitch tap out, got too much meat
Dakobe f*ck you, and your V6 jeep
Nah really it's a charger but that rhyme better
I guess I need to learn to manage time better