Greg Grease - Foul Moves lyrics

[Verse 1: Greg Grease] As the clock ticks The plot thickens toxic This nonsense no options for profit The block sick from cops that'll stick your noggin Leave you locked in a box not for pitching cotton Where you're forgotten in the dark trying-looking for a place to sleep and grow a garden Daily departed I'm just getting started so I'mma keep shooting the shots till I hit the target I'm just starving for some knowledge And pardon my brolic patterns, but I didn't go to college cuz that sh** don't really matter- to me I'm just being hones maybe if that sh** was for free The grease is in the place to be Books in the fleet? since elementary I can see the misery Pain as old as centuries Nothing is as it pretends to be It's saddening The average salary is worth celery A little of bit of green water down, what is you telling me? You telling me nothing because you're bluffing in these streets Lying, supplying the people with d**h and defeat The same things happen cuz you come in discreet come in the creep Taking from anyone that you meet [Hook] That's why you gotta watch the demons that's around(surround) you The internet and television that surrounds you With no space to grow and no cape to show It's no wonder brothers out here making foul moves [Verse 2]