Grip - Pennies... Exit Stage Left!? lyrics

[Hook] Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!? Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!? Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!? Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!? Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!? Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!? Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertainеd!? Look at what I have became, arе you not entertained!? [Verse 1: Kaynellz] Sleep getting harder to come by All I got is my balls, my word and a thumb drive Long way from the block and ducking the one time One time my brother got shot Graze in the back of his braids luck happens sometimes The sunrise is met with a dark cloud of suspicions My family wasn't masons but break a brick with precision Decisions often heightens the probability of prison Overshadowed by the grim realities of how we living For your entertainment pictures get painted depicting the run around The streets that made you age you desensitize to struggle now But fu*k it, you'll come around adapt or die cause truth is You either asking why not or asking why the grind sold separate But that hustle come as advertised we masterminds Got it down to a science I've mastered mines as for mines, umm Yeah, those masters mine cause half the time Your greatest attempts couldn't match the sh*t I use to pass the time [Hook] Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!? Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!? Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!? Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!? Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!? Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!? Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!? Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!? [Verse 2: Kenny Mason] Swerve thru Pittsburghs alert of disturbances Turning sh*t I heard some sh*t lurking She gone call a Lyft to slurp and lick sperm I serve the dick, pleasured the cervix then skirted My mind moving a million miles minutely We ain't on the same page, minimize then delete We ain't in same place talent wise, mentally Status wise, industry in the scene or in the streets These ni**as put they self-esteem in a selfie These ni**as think a pair of jeans gone impress me I was sharing wings with ni**as with felonies And never was selling keys but made them ni**as respect me Super 3 shooters gone shoot a 3 shoo a flea, you'll be Bull manure if you don't maneuver maturely Surely, ni**as like you and me shouldn't be dueling But, due to cruelty we think it's cool to see who'll bleed [Hook] Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!? Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!? Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!? Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!? Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!? Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!? Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!? Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!? [Verse 3: GRIP] Late at night when you stare at walls Where do thoughts tend to carry ya Very flawed I would share it all But I'm scarce on the wherewithal On the verge of a mental lapse, even then perhaps My cerebral will still run circles around ni**as, mental laps Rap like linvented raps and made plenty racks But that was never the goal, these tracks help to better the soul Alchemy how can he use letters to turn lead into gold Stories that never been told from the time I was 7 years old God sent heavenly flow, medley of melanin melodies Metaphors manifest memories, summon soliloquy Similes sentences spilling my sentiment over these instruments It's intimate never intermittent or inconsistent with writtens I'm gifted my raps should come wrapped in a ribbon Back to the basket I'm pippen I done practiced the pivot Mastered it spit it made the picture vivid Grip took you back to the crib with it when other ni**as didn't (Trade pennies for pain)