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Grafh Lyrics

Ay it's a real nigga marathon uh huh
This is a serious and continuous project for real individuals.

I was in the beam trying To get them trees sent to Juma
I was focused and determined to have marijuana shipped to a specific location.

Now I'm in the breeze trying to get The things sent from Cuba
Currently, I am making efforts to obtain illegal substances from Cuba.

I probably left the Ruger spin your block Hit your crew up
I may have left a handgun shooting multiple times, targeting your neighborhood and your group of friends.

Niggas gonna snitch to jewelers Rats gon' handpick the shooters (Aw man)
Some individuals will inform jewelers about illegal activities, while treacherous individuals will carefully select hired gunmen.

I had you going to another way (What up nigga?) or your homies wiping tears Off your mother's face
I had you contemplating an alternate path, leading to a situation where your friends console and comfort your grieving mother.

I need a block worth $100K Or a spot where the money straight so I could do one a day yeah
I require a location with a value of $100,000 or a place where there is consistent cash flow, allowing me to engage in illegal activities daily.

I treat this rap shit like the perfect lick (Perfect lick) My Griselda deal worth a brick (Worth a brick)
I approach the rap industry with the same precision and planning as a well-executed robbery. My record deal with Griselda is highly valuable.

Pistol on 'em cause he can't work the stack The streets made us merciless There's no turning back once You insert the clip (No turning back)
I carry a firearm because the person I'm with is incapable of handling and protecting our illegal earnings. The streets have shaped us to be ruthless, and once you load the gun, there is no turning back.

It's rich or broke, freedom or jail My man shit, sleep in a cell (Uh, huh)
In this lifestyle, it's either wealth or poverty, freedom or incarceration. My partner is accustomed to sleeping in jail cells.

We let off biscuit's and ballistics Come clean up the shells
We fire our guns and leave behind evidence. Someone else is responsible for cleaning up the empty bullet casings.

We made choices and had to pay Lawyers to even the scales
We have made decisions that came with consequences, and we had to hire legal representation to balance the fairness of the situation.

True story, you know the pot was glass Lots of cash Took twenty bands to the jeweler And my watch was half
What I'm telling you is a real story. The cooking pot was made of glass, filled with a significant amount of money. I took $20,000 to the jeweler and used half of it for purchasing a watch.

I make the moves and she count the cash You heard? It's only right I got the shoes and she got the bag
I am the one making the strategic moves, while she handles the financial aspect by counting the money. It's a fair arrangement. I provide the footwear, and she's responsible for carrying the bag of cash.

They want a feature or they came To buy dope off us This where they come and get their stamp We like the post office
People either approach us for a collaboration in music or to purchase narcotics. This is the place they come to approve the quality of our product, similar to a post office.

It ain't no gas in the trap And it ain't no corporate So we use the microwave to cook And run the cold water (Fuck you know about that?)
There is a shortage of drugs in our location, and we do not have any legitimate businesses. As a result, we resort to using a microwave to prepare drugs and running cold water to avoid detection while engaging in illegal activities. (How would you understand this lifestyle?)

I only kick it how the hustlers talk (How the hustlers talk) And got receipts for shit a hustler bought (Uh, huh) me?
I only speak and communicate in the manner typical of successful hustlers. Furthermore, I have proof of purchase for all the items a hustler like me acquires. As for me?

I really had a brick inside a muscle car We both got money Only difference is there's blood on ours
I truly had a large quantity of drugs hidden inside a powerful car. The significant difference between us is that while we both possess wealth, there is illegal and violent activity associated with ours.

All my niggas know it's street shit (Street shit) I'll have my hood blow down the precinct (Precinct) and these guns ain't for show (Ain't for show)
All of my associates are aware that we are involved in criminal activities. We have the ability to overpower and defeat the entire police station in our neighborhood, and these firearms are not simply for display.

Hitters everywhere I go (Everywhere I go) I'll blow you down, I'll blow you down I'll blow you down, I'll blow you down mmm
I am constantly accompanied by highly skilled individuals who are ready to use violence. They will eliminate you without hesitation, and this threat is repeated multiple times.

My name Grafh hoe mmm my name Grafh hoe mmm
I identify myself as Grafh and emphasize it by repeating it multiple times.

Are you stupid, my pistol's enormous My shells could fit on a tortoise
Do you lack intelligence? My handgun is exceptionally large, and the bullets I use are so big that they could be accommodated by a tortoise shell.

You brought a nickel to the Forbes list I'm picking up the harvest
You came unprepared to the highly influential Forbes list, while I am successfully collecting a large amount of money.

Soft weed I lift up a forest I'm talking in codes My keys come with a thesaurus
The marijuana I possess is of mediocre quality, but I have such a vast amount that it could be compared to a forest. I communicate using secret language, and my drug supply is so substantial that it requires a thesaurus to describe it accurately.

The explodes would fit in a cartridge Your broad's getting low on her knees 'til she licking the carpet (Freak)
The drugs I handle are so powerful that the effects can be contained in a small cartridge. Your girlfriend is in a submissive position, performing oral sex until she licks the floor (showing her explicit behavior).

My slippers is in ostrich nigga My chinchilla's gorilla and shark skin nigga
The slippers I own are made from ostrich skin, while my chinchilla fur coat is so luxurious that it can be compared to gorilla and shark skin.

Hennessy straight I drink dark skin liquor I put bunk beds in the Grave and make coffins bigger
I consume Hennessy alcohol without mixing, and it symbolizes dark-skinned individuals and their culture. Metaphorically, I bury people vertically in graves, making the coffins larger.

My offense shake the dice and Let a dollar fall Chip a brick of white into a cotton ball
My illegal activities involve taking risks and gambling, letting money be freely spent. I break a large quantity of cocaine into small pieces, resembling cotton balls.

Dirty sprite and some Tylenol I t bag your bitch like I'm spiking a volleyball (Ow)
I mix codeine syrup with soda and add Tylenol pain medication. I engage in a sexual act where I place my testicles into a woman's mouth, similar to spiking a volleyball in a game. (Expression of pleasure or satisfaction)

You trust your life with your bodyguards My infrared lights full of body parts
You rely on your bodyguards to protect your life, whereas my gun's infrared sight is used to target and shoot individuals, resulting in the dismemberment of their body parts.

When I snipe then karate starts Step back, gold chains over the chest tats
As soon as I start shooting with precision, chaos ensues, with martial arts techniques being employed. I demand you keep your distance, as my gold chains hang over my chest tattoos.

I step out of the booth smelling like ExLax Death math, don't get this coke residue On your dress slacks
After leaving the recording studio, I emit a distinctive smell similar to Ex-Lax (a laxative), implying I've been handling drugs. Be cautious, as I do not want cocaine residue to stain your expensive dress pants.

It's hard to breathe with your chest cracked Neck snapped Fake gold chains making your neck scratch
Having a fractured chest makes it difficult to breathe, and a broken neck is life-threatening. Additionally, wearing fake gold chains can cause discomfort and irritation on your neck, leading to scratching.

This is New York, New York Like a Yankee vs nets match Your doctor trying to make different Parts of your flesh match
We are in New York City, where rivalries like Yankees vs. Nets exist. Your personal physician is attempting to reconstruct and match various parts of your flesh after suffering injuries.

I just trapped, F tax, the techs blast Anybody could get it, the techs blast
I just engaged in illicit activities, evading taxes, and if necessary, the firearms will be used. Anybody is at risk of experiencing the violent outburst of gunfire.

All my niggas know it's street shit My nigga Benny burning down the precinct
All of my friends understand that we operate within the realm of the streets. My associate Benny is causing significant chaos by setting fire to the police station.