(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)

Look

**** talkin' gangsta, I see 'em, they sing a different tune

Fifth'll boom, blow his head outta space 'til it hit the moon (boom-boom-boom!)

Raised up by our grannies, sleep on the floor in the livin' room

Seen my man mama puttin' the lighter to a dinner spoon

Been a goon, my man been locked for years, it'll be ten in June

Visit room, Cartier's, Air Max Sean Witherspoon

Told him, "Hold ya head, ****, you'll be done with that sentence soon"

He said, "My ****, I ain't trippin' that setback was minuscule" (talk to 'em!)

You **** food, you pussy **** get in line

A Daringer beat to me is dinner time, killin' time

Intertwined, in the grind, Benz colored clementine

Just to see the haters' face, it's safe to say I'm getting mine (ahahaha!)

Yeah, more Jordans than Melo, ****, I got Nike sendin' mines

I don't gotta get in line, that finish line

Remember, I'm considered one of the illest when I pen a line

All these **** droppin' tapes, nobody's shit was ill as mine (talk to 'em!)

They say Machine, he got one of the illest minds

And he ain't even in his prime, the fuck be on you **** minds?

I see this ****' top list, and I get offended

Ask the legends who they fuckin' wit', I'm probably mentioned

I'm from the city, where the young **** be hoppin' in Benzes

Basketball courts got crack bags and lots of syringes, uh

Ran through them shortcuts, hoppin' them fences

Laid in ****' bushes, the clip in my Glock was extended, yeah

This shit that I rock is expensive, look

I had this grimy shit on lock since I've made an entrance, whoa

And I did not mention, how I got shot in that Hospital in intensive (huh)

Now my Versace is vintage (see how I came up, ****?)

Verse of the year when I spit a missile ('kay)

Won't do no features with you, unless it's beneficial (I don't really fuck with you ****)

Uh, ask the streets about me, boy

I've been official (ayo, go ask any ****, straight like that, ****)

Yeah, Machine

**** know what's up, ****, yeah

Hoss, I want you to pray to your God (yeah)

I want you to pray that He comes and saves you

I want lightning to come down and crash upon my fucking head

Jesus (louder!)

Ah, bless the bunnies, bless the little birds, bless (I don't feel anything!)

Ah, bless the springtime morning

Hah, oh, oh-oh, I feel it

Oh, great God Almighty, I repent, I repent!

I feel the love of the God-God-God Almighty!

Hoho, the Holy Spirit is in my body!

I am the Devil, and I am here to do the Devil's work