Grizwald Dickie - Till I Die Lyrics

Okay, Its stick em up
Okay

Imma keep it gutta, till the day I die
Imma keep it gangster, till the day I die
Yeah I'm getting money, till the day I die
Imma keep it real, never been a lie
Imma keep it gutta, till the day I die
Imma keep it gangster, till the day I die
Yeah I'm getting money, till the day I die
Imma keep it real, never been a lie

Grizwald ,bitch I'm getting money, till the day that I die
Stay getting high till the day that I die
Niggas say they real, lie detector that's a lie
You can see it in my eye, nigga don't even try
Nigga what's good, I'll bring it to your hood
Call me Chippa Jones, yeah, I be slinging wood
Two pistols on me and they come straight from Florida
F*ck a plug, I got a socket coming straight from Georgia
Boy we get to it check that like I'm Nike
Niggas don't like me, but I bet they won't fight me
Run the city, until I'm bare feet
When I was broke and on my ass, they ain't love me
Now I got it locked throw away the key
Imma do me, so imma keep it G
So hater when you see me you look but don't speak
It's official like a whistle, they know who I be nigga

Imma keep it gutta, till the day I die
Imma keep it gangster, till the day I die
Yeah I'm getting money, till the day I die
Imma keep it real, never been a lie
Imma keep it gutta, till the day I die
Imma keep it gangster, till the day I die
Yeah I'm getting money, till the day I die
Imma keep it real, never been a lie

I just want respect, that's word to Aretha
I kick it with my posse, call me Mario Van Peebles
I'm bout stick this game up and I ain't talking Jayceon
You Prince nigga, Tayshun Roll up on you like Trayvon
Came up on the rough side, plenty times I should've died
Evergreen like all year, I'm black and white, that west side
Break bread you can get a plate, too real to keep it fake
Nigga I ain't even made it yet, but I see the most hate
From everywhere, everybody RIP to my loved ones
World got me pouring up, I'm so high I lost touch
Pen stay on CNN, cause all I spit is real stuff
Claim they don't like ya, be the same motherf*cker right by ya
Crazy like a Rasta, you playing with my pasta
I hit em with the blocker, chopper screaming like they Waka
I'm crazy like a Rasta, you playing with my pasta
I hit em with the chopper, have em screaming like he Waka

Imma keep it gutta, till the day I die
Imma keep it gangster, till the day I die
Yeah I'm getting money, till the day I die
Imma keep it real, never been a lie
Imma keep it gutta, till the day I die
Imma keep it gangster, till the day I die
Yeah I'm getting money, till the day I die
Imma keep it real, never been a lie