Aqualeo - Grave N Flow lyrics

[Verse 1 - Acie High] I'm scratching my head and racking my brain Like mayne what the f**? I'm going insane, swerving in lanes Just to touch a buck That's where I lost, that's where I'm losing That's where I got corrupt Stay true to self, it ain't bout wealth, that's for these bullsh** clucks Where's my tour kit, f** Got to tighten my joints get sicker with proving my points Stack my own paper cuz labels want to give limited points Swisher Highs was greedy, and Warner Brothers was sleepy And [?] and the music well folk were to old to need it Somebody free me, I got the heebie-jeebies, I'm stuck in a city Where people stuck on a color, purping like ceiling Slow because of this daily dose, so all you hear on the radios Is talk about them 84's, some little, big and baby [?] Dudes is working so ladies has transformed into shady hoes Now I unveil that we are in hell, it's Aqualeo's But sh** we got a ways to go, before the people obey the flow What's the difference in gays and hoes, don't be afraid it's okay to know But to weigh the snow is gonna take time, can't change the world in a day or so MJ was- -off your thing- -then you done played the soul Take it slow, stop making excuses n***a We ain't slaves no mo Fufill your appetite for music, you ain't gotta crave no mo Success is my way to zest Won't rest until I pave my road It's my quest to pop in the flesh, I ain't in the grave no mo [Verse 2 - Priceless] Ay y'all, get up out the grave and flow No, don't say it's so, Priceless and Acie High What's the frown faces for You say you want that real sh**, well go ahead and take it bro Stop acting like a naked ho, it's enough for us to take the dough And break it down, and take it round the ghetto Where the hungry live Where streets never sleep, so if you sleep then you don't want to live You'll close your eyes when your life expires Gotta keep your eyes open so you can recognize the right messiah Cuz what you need the right attire, execs don't have the right to hire Fill the mics desire, get in the booth and light that fire Kaboom b**h! On that legion of doom sh** The undertaker's about to sting The ultimate warrior with a Ric Flair as my tag team Go and count em out, these chumps won't thump with the kings When that real sh** jump on the scene these punks won't come to the ring From Texas like the [?] , lyrics on steroids It'll make angels corrupt, and these devilish spirits fear God Here are the men to show you the true meaning of n***a The truth of the Jesus figure, cuz these here frauds Are full of bullsh** like a cigar Getting the [?] sh** on em and change em like a baby's sitar Leave em crazy and bitter They can call me [?], the fire inventor The one that God sent for, you don't know what you're in for Don't care what you repent for, don't tell me what you sin for Imma give you a lifetime of flames from hell, and then more