Lyrics Weigh a Buck 50 - Grits

Weigh a Buck 50

Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
It comes and goes, it comes and goes
(Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
It comes and goes, it comes and goes
(Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
It comes and goes, it comes and goes
(Fraudulent friends get the boot, the boot)
Theoretic, dietetics oppose my genetics
They can’t comprehend, they romp in sin
Coming from within, I don’t hold a grudge when they judge
It’s crass, sometimes I come in first, sometimes I come in last
But I guess that’s a part of life, in the heart of strife
Shoot ellipses cause eclipses on the sandy shores
From the ghetto to the meadow I hope people hear and let go
Of the thing that’s oppressive, stop being possessive
Unleash it, it can’t be enslaved in the grave
So pave the way and disperse the curse
Of perversed ancestry who didn’t care for morals
I know I have ancestry who didn’t care for morals
So slide, glide to freedom of foolish pride
150's shifty, let the joy inside
Purity is callin' your name (hello)
So ya answer, ya answer, ya answer, ya answer
Weigh a Buck 50, Weigh a Buck 50
Those who remain hold the strains of the fickle
Weigh a Buck 50, Weigh a Buck 50
Four quarters, four dimes, and oh yeah, two nickels
…like Don Rickles
Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
It comes and goes, it comes and goes
(Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
It comes and goes, it comes and goes
(Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
It comes and goes, it comes and goes
Down like Brandy yea you wanna be, tryna see
If Bone got game with deceased presidents
It’s evident I live by the funk of poverty
When I’m dunked cause my situations deep knee
I’m up to my boots in applications
Eliminating advocates who are threats
I gets meticulous administrating friendships
So none slip through my fingertips in the process
So I suggest an open eye when you sleep
Peek-a-boo I see you phony boo-boos
Word on the street: Gotee got the beats
And since I been down I seem to never come around
Too big for my britches, the snitches
Got mo' stories than G’s on the block hittin' switches
So take a whiff sniff hey this kid’s shifty
Fittin' the descriptive weight of one fifty
Weigh a Buck 50, Weigh a Buck 50
Those who remain we tight like Gladys' Pips
Weigh a Buck 50, Weigh a Buck 50
Four quarters, four dimes, and oh yeah, two hollow tips
…and fat lips
Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
It comes and goes, it comes and goes
(Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
It comes and goes, it comes and goes
(Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
It comes and goes, it comes and goes
(Fraudulent friends get the boot, the boot)
Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
It comes and goes, it comes and goes
(Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
It comes and goes, it comes and goes
(Fraudulent friends get the boot in the end)
Weigh a Buck 50, weigh a Buck 50
It comes and goes, it comes and goes
(Fraudulent friends get the boot, the boot)