Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Grid, artist - CASisDEAD. Date of issue: 01.06.2017
Song language: English
The Grid |
| Watch don’t tock, but it ain’t stopped |
| Watch the wheels when I stop they ain’t stock |
| Just opened the shop ain’t nuttin' in stock |
| Yeah I got white flakes in my snot |
| Olders on the block told me not to shot |
| Use to rock the Avi and rock the Schott |
| Use to all rush in and rob the shop |
| Top of the Pops or Dr. Fox |
| Bugle I got a marching band |
| I’m marching with too much in my hand |
| Marching powder from April to March |
| Getting them out the departure lounge |
| Move it around like pass the parcel |
| Masterclass |
| Doing Charles off a brass' arse |
| More blow than a brass band |
| I’m blasting |
| Mask on like you got SARS, soz |
| Don’t ask me the price on a Oz |
| Yeah that’s bate, what you ain’t seen Oz? |
| Yeah they lockin' man up just cause |
| Lockin' man up or lickin' man down |
| It’s double figures for niggas now |
| Yeah they losing the key for these locks |
| Niggas comin' out with locs |
| Niggas comin' out in a box |
| We ain’t jus any Joe Bloggs |
| 23 Gods, my whole team sick |
| Niggas coming out in pox |
| We be going out in the drops |
| Sport Plus when I’m dipping out from the cops |
| Yeah we do this shit lots |
| Toxic fumes they fill up my lung |
| I’m becoming too old to die young |
| Still content with going unsung |
| Unlike some |
| We overcome so much that it’s too hard not to look back |
| I used to drive round this piece of crap |
| Came back, back to our stack like |
| «Yeah I’ll have that does it come in black?» |
| If not minor, I’ll wrap it in matte |
| Cash, I don’t check no equifax |
| Niggas don’t own nothing, check the facts |
| Little slag could not afford the tax |
| So much gas out here in these streets |
| She going broke just from the upkeep |
| A million views, thousands of tweets |
| But you still flying out on deets |
| Still in that rental, still in that lease |
| Sick whip, six litres at least |
| 666, that’s the mark of the beast |
| Eating a feast cause my fee has increased |
| Shovelling snow, I’m skiing off piste |
| Mad dishevelled, my clothes all creased |
| Amateur dealers out getting fleeced |
| And their making deals with the police |
| They ain’t on crud, ain’t really on grease |
| But it just sounds so sick on these beats |
| Youngers feeling that need to repeat |
| GB scene full of GM beef |
| Driving in east, dead cows on my seats |
| Ting off of TV, but keep it discreet |
| Hilton suite, high off of sweet |
| Little sort, yeah I put her to sleep |