Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grim , by - Bashy. Release date: 22.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grim |
| Fuck all the soft shit |
| Festivals and all the moshpits |
| No matter how much police Boris puts on the road |
| Man will spray your blood on the wall like dog piss |
| It’s either bars, balling or boxing |
| Or bars, bricks and boxes |
| There’s no beach here but you can catch a tan, heat |
| Man use rocks to make a bag of sand, G |
| I ain’t talking no homo shit |
| When I say that a lot of niggas bang |
| And they’re getting licked down |
| And there’s a lot of crack |
| And the job opportunities are wack |
| It’s mad |
| Nobody wants to give you a penny |
| You’d be better off living as tramp |
| We’re all living in the ghetto |
| And dealt the same the same cards |
| So one day you’re gonna snap |
| And it’s grim |
| They bang and stab |
| And if they get banged, they bang them back it’s grim |
| It’s grim |
| Young blacks go purchase a gat |
| And rat-ta-tat-tat like that |
| It’s grim |
| Mummsie crying, mummsie weeping, I ain’t lying |
| Boy it’s grim |
| The lifestyle right now is to wild out |
| Take time out |
| Tek tek tek time out |
| Tek tek tek tek tek time out |
| Tek tek tek time out |
| Tek tek tek tek tek time out |
| Tek tek tek time out |
| Tek tek tek tek tek time out |
| Tek tek tek time out |
| Tek tek tek tek tek time out |
| They don’t care what crew you’re in |
| Any man on the high road could get spin |
| I see man scuffing it out in the barbers |
| Arguing over the chair for the trim |
| You could be weight pumping |
| You could wedge or toned and thin |
| Man carry tools to make sure that |
| They’re at an advantage if you go gym |
| You’re at the cashpoint hiding your pin |
| But you forget to hide your things |
| Man robbing mobile phones for jokes |
| They won’t even let you keep your sim |
| Everyman is on this ting |
| No matter what rudeboy talk you bring |
| So don’t come round these ends |
| You won’t make friends |
| It’s like a man knows no peace |
| When he holds those keys |
| The game’s so deep |
| I didn’t choose the game. |
| it chose me |
| A life as a rider |
| I ride through the night like a rider |
| Mans nowadays don’t care about the 9 to 5 or no rat race |
| No jobs, there’s no way to get paid, so give me that white and a shank mate |
| Or give me the music or boxing |
| Give me a glove, and I’ll box him down |
| Or give me a tool with that full clip |
| Boy better know that I’ll shot him down |
| The fact is I’m a man, so I gotta grind on my lonely |
| I was born alone and I’m gonna die on my lonely |