Grip Grand - A Penny lyrics

(Adlibs) Verse 1 (Grip Grand): A penny for my thoughts? Keep the change I'll still take it back (Way back!) like the last time my beeper rang Tell U2 the sweetest thing Is when I get smart with the rhyme and start shinin' like Stephen King! We hijackin' for a penny and Plus take ‘em out like the third-row seats in a minivan It's a scam, if I make the call— Finally got a piece of the pie, but I was starvin' so I ate it all! I ain't involved with your pettiness The B is a shark-tank, and Grip is all teeth like Tom Petty is I'm armed and ready ‘cuz I won't back down And this is the real West—we True Grit, you Brokeback Mountain Go back to s**ertown, off with your crown! I fought the law, left ‘em in the streets, “Officer down!” Walkin' around like we own the place, but we don't own sh** Tell these labels that they don't own Grip! Chorus: I need a penny! A penny if you want my two cents Give me a penny! A penny for my overdue rent I need a penny! A penny is the price I got For my blueprint, two cents, twice as hot! (Repeat) Verse 2 (Richie Cunning): A-yo, a penny for my thoughts, I'll open up my dome And sell you a hundred and fifty so I can catch a bus home Matter of fact, if you wanna get philosophical I talk for a profit and chop it up until my pocket's full ‘Cuz I been sittin' on a couple of things Straight strugglin' with this life and all the trouble it brings I got enough thoughts to last A millennium and plenty of ‘em only cost a penny if you cross my path You know I can't be sharin' my songs I'm tryin' to make more than a penny so that I can take care of my moms (For real!) I remember bein' a toddler And pops would tell me to keep a copper in my pocket like a mobster I wander streets sippin' a bottle of stout Thinkin' million dollar thoughts but I keep tossin' ‘em out So call me the big spender. Yo, I hope they remember this When I end up penniless and forgotten about Gimme your money! (Chorus) Verse 3 (Grip Grand): Yo! A penny for your thoughts? That's a bum deal, as anyone will Tell you who's livin' in the jungle Welcome to Bumville. We try to get this money, but still It's only until some villain vics you for your bundle Did I m-mumble? The B is where I hang my chapeau It ain't a castle—on the other hand, I ain't an a**hole I guess it works out Tell Flip I'm tryin' to get this verse out I love a free beat, because I'm cheap-cheap like a birdhouse You know it's Broakland Where businesses is always closin' Why you suppose then The liquor store is always open? I'm always frozen, and I don't mean like all these diamonds It's always cold and My rap's hot, so I'm always rhymin'! Hotter than hot now! I'm rappin' while I'm actin' hostile I'm really not now—I'm cool, calm, and collected like I'm Moscow You lost out, so now you wanna call the cops out? Call it a cop out… Jaw droppin', so call it a knockout! Here's a penny! (Chorus) Outro: I need a penny! What? I need a penny! What what? A penny! What? Gimme a penny! What? (repeat)