Flaire - Grey lyrics

[Intro:] Got 4 lives in my hand right now Trying to take the wheel but I can't right now No hydraulics but we still off the bounce Trying to make it home before the sun come out We been serenading the block with ghetto anthems Head through the sunroof as we holler temper tantrums Underage n***as, middle fingers, old habits That never left us but never kept us from living rapid I swerve, I swerve, I swerve through traffic jams I need, I need, bail money in advance All the homies laughing cuz ignorance is the bliss Until they realize that I'm gone and this whole motherf**er flip [Verse 1] Vice city resident, no advice Can't tell me sh** p**y, money, money, p**y all I need And I need that quick I got Daytons on my 99 They be spinning like the hands of time Flaking on you n***as time Right on time for n***a time Hold my dick, on my clique, I'm gon be Rich! You know I'm that n***a, just plead yo 5th! Handouts, never panned out we hand in hand with these no names Red carpets get laid out but we Crip walking that road to fame Gangster sh** Paisley on my handkerchief Jackpot when he hit that lick Split that check and then we dip Remember when I lost my pride Got some brain Lost my God Bought a chain Just to show you life a b**h But in the end a b**h no thing In the end I'm holding rank Me and Flaire just went insane I pa**ed him my new pinky ring He pa**ed it back with two new tings All my n***as tilt But they need more smoke All these b**hes dancing But we need more poles [Hook] All my life I've been chasing these skies And they so plain They so grey Now I look down And see nothing for me I need space Need more grey [Verse 2] Broke n***a make it count Flat girls in the house Make it bounce Make it make it bounce Make it make it bounce Baby get naked for petty pennies Ambition will get you plenty And one day them benny bennies Will fill up the back of denims Money tree descendants Pack the plate for reverends Ooo the greenest blessings And we reap ‘til we meet the reaper Or until d**h do us part But I had nine lives from the start I could die 8 times, still the realest n***a alive She won't take me home, so we fornicate in the ride Pump the brakes for procedure, she topping me through the lights On the highway heaven bumping hell of a life Oh mama no drama, I don't need it Give me nookie quick enough for speeding tickets Keep a distance Cuz I don't need you in my way I just wanna live my grey Live live my grey [Hook] All my life I've been chasing these skies And they so plain They so grey Now I look down And see nothing for me I need space Need more grey