Odd 1 Out & Quiet Mercenary - Good Grief

Boy get yo shit together
That's what they used to tell me
Now I'm flexin on whoever
Don't try to plot up on me
Cause I swear you not that clever
All this ice on me might step out side
And change the weather
I'm the flyest out on beats
I float just like a feather
They try ta bite my flow
But they know who gone do it better
I can get her wetter
But ion even want to hoe
If you was me
I know you prolly would be
Scheming on the low
I can't trust a nigga
Or a bitch that's how it go
Wanna see just how ya get it
Watch me you know I'm a pro
My class always knew
I had that gas for the low
Walk up off the bus
And I'm already movin slow
Soon as I graduated
All I knew was how to run it up
Lost a bag a couple times
Cause I was movin dumb as fuck
I ain't talkin Dame
But I had to move round for them bucks
Try ta slide on quiet
Bet it's niggas hoppin out that truck
You know how I live
You know how it be
Coolin back I'm chillin
Fillin up a leaf
I'm always up at the top
Them boys stay underneath
Pull up on the scene
And have em like good grief
My chick look like Taylor
I ball like I'm on the chiefs
Cost for me to speak
So don't come if yo pockets weak
I get what I seek
And that's everyday of the week
Soon as I get that word
You movin foul I'm on the creep
You know how I live
You know how it be
Coolin back I'm chillin
Fillin up a leaf
I'm always up at the top
Them boys stay underneath
Pull up on the scene
And have em like good grief
My chick look like Taylor
I ball like I'm on the chiefs
Cost for me to speak
So don't come if yo pockets weak
I get what I seek
And that's everyday of the week
Soon as I get that word
You movin foul I'm on the creep

Written by:
Bryson Green, Ja'Quan Coleman

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