Grayson Carter - G.O.T.G. lyrics

[Intro: Grayson] Dad wants a motorcycle [Verse 1: Grayson] Dad wants a motorcycle, mama wants a house My friends want this but they act like that and the haters want to run their mouth Kind of hard being G.C., everybody in the squad wants a CD Everybody in Amarillo that's got a SoundCloud got my mixtape playing on repeat Had it like 3 weeks Kids go hard for a retweet Hoes at the shows they be doing the most for the pee pee Tell them back it up, bang, skeet skeet Pollinate her flower like a bee's knees I'm k**ing them believe me, yeah I make it sound easy Grayson Glynn, got the white hoes out here acting sleazy All these folks that just walk around and they're wasting time I can't wait to shine so I'm taking mine and I'll make it rhyme Take your mind and set it free Fake a smile and let it be Be yourself homie, don't adjust Because looking back, growing up they had hope in us It's like a tortoise and a hare racing down the street One slows down, thinking that they've got you beat But I'm never giving up on the race because I'll get first place if I just take it slow enough Making a way for the children ahead of me So they could become all the things that their parents had said they could never be You're a celebrity, I am just trying to give you the recipe For now it's a verse, later the rest of me Honestly few of these rappers impressing me I'ma be keeping it real till the d**h me I'm only 19, head full of pipe dreams Young flaco doing work for the plug in them white tees Ga**ed up, trying to get nice things Maybe that isn't the way, maybe I'm tripping lately been missing Hoping to finally find an escape, stuck in the system, people gone listen People hate when the players important Their envy be keeping them trapped on the bench So give me the rock and I'm scoring Soaring, hand in the rim like I'm Jordan (Ball) And I'm never going to stop till the day I fall (Fall) Till the day I fall, on my worst behavior 3 ft bong with the percolators Earn this money now, I'm going to burn it later Smoke until my eyes are red like a Terminator Grayson be spitting that flame Snorting c**aine, nah I'm just playing (Whoa) Homies just going insane, ladies just drop that a** down to the floor For the guild of the gabbers, joint rollers and dabbers She's picking it up and she's throwing it backwards These hoes they'll be checking the swagger so dapper Y'all sleeping and dreaming we're making it happen Started out selling it turned into rapping Trevor gone serve all their heads on a platter Ain't talking money it don't even matter Pa**ing it off gone on that shatter [Verse 2: Stoneyyy] Guild of the Gab you're feeling too bad Not claiming their children the case of their dads Hopelessly chasing the moments they never did have, I'm thinking too sad But I'll bring it back on a clean slate Understand the meaning, not the he say she say Scoring so fast need a replay, sleeping on us malfunction, got a delay Guess I'll break it down, roll it up, fasten the top when I'm rolling my blunts Keeping it stuffed and I'm puffin the skunk Bump in the trunk and you're hearing my funk She's getting too crunk she's getting too throwed She gave me a look so I took her a** home Tresspa** in my zone not hearing a phone Laying the bone and I leave her alone These hoes want to be that chick Hop up on this rapper's dick Stoneyyy's flows be getting too sick Flicking my bic while we taking a pic Drop Ent, we on the scene I've got a label so f** a degree Asking the questions, I'm just doing me Yet to be grown but I'm planting my seeds [Bridge/ Outro: Grayson] And I ain't even anxious don't worry She was Stalling (Stalin) I was Rushing (Russian), no hurry If I let you past these walls then don't hurt me Sipping whiskey smoking ciggys till it's blurry Flexing my vocals, the dopest of locals beginning to focus f** all the broke ones, I came a long way and I used to be hopeless Did I say hopeless, I meant to say helpless Inevitable that I'm young and I'm selfish They're bobbing their heads and they can't even help it I know that I'm k**ing em, k**ing em (uh) Dad wants a motorcycle, mama wants a house My friends want this but they act like that and the haters want to run their mouth Kind of hard being G.C., everybody in the squad wants a CD Everybody in Amarillo that's got a SoundCloud got my mixtape playing on repeat Had it like 3 weeks, (gabbers, joint rollers and dabbers)