Lyrics Gross - Jonwayne

Gross

Oh, yo, check it!
(I worry about)
Yo broad shit!
(I worry about)
Straight from the studio
(I worry about)
Check it!
I
That sick fear on records drop cunts with an ear shot
You feel here, with six cops, same pears will switch knobs
Heads bobbing, and your boys been box,
Letting down beats before bed rocking.
Looking like John Lennon and speaks nonsense
Of the time that they get robbed of the heat.
Its no end, but the flows so concrete
But … defines gravity, not God, but time.
Said, mind stretch, divine with the mind set
Laugh at me, I define battling!
I hide mystery, seriously!
Back in high-school I was voted most likely to define history
Kicked into the wild with the mic and some mystery,
Just learning to strategize, youre listening
And I got you crave for the word, its brain tingling, man!
I hope you know Im quiet insane
These other rappers think the same,
Theyre just saying, Im just saying!
Here I go, Im gonna do it,
Your boy is so fluid, the whole damn crew
Is a stone storm away from being where they be at
Crooked!
… on that vertigo slide slap
Making so many marks that well be hurting the map
Just a kid with the back, defining glass,
Burning you at serving you rest!
Daily bases in the trench, so find faith and pray for just a leg in the cast
And hope that I dont put your faith in the past.
Youre looking like a sperm and hard boiled eggs in the trash
Gross!
Hope that I dont put your faith in the past.
Youre looking like a sperm and hard boiled eggs in the trash
Gross!
Im always looking for a reason to toast
These moments like big nose in the trench racks and ghost
Cause Im the best when I guess, you know the verse and the verse
Bust in the spot with no rehearse.
ImMake these fucking faggots curse rapping the purse,
But hey, thats the price, take us down with the verse!
Make sure your feelings are well-guarded with big dogs gauntlets
Promise, momma, poppa is about to get retarded!
Thats how we get down, get it?
I worry about you
I worry about you
I worry about