Brad - Dry-Aged 60 Days

Absolutely, sir
This is indeed the best steak on our menu
This was naturally grown on Grayson Farms
In Pocatello, Idaho
These are perfectly marbled
And dry-aged for 60 days
During those 60 days, the flavor becomes stronger
To make the perfect ribeye that you'll receive tonight
I'm not a business man
I'm a business, man
So many hands out it's like Christmas man
For my fam, I bend backwards like a gymnast can
Girls follow me like they a religious clan
I been ready for some years but they said not yet
Can't rush perfection or you live with regret
Take ya time with the project cuz patience pays
Treat this thing like my steak dry-aged 60 days
Treat this thing like my steak dry-aged 60 days
Chalk it up in my head now it's time to make plays
I just got rich, told you a million different ways
Downplayed the scene when I'm around bad chicks
Hand the ball to the back and I still pick 6
Wifey can't take a joke, get mad so quick
So I shot up the club like my name John Wick
Got my son on the way treat the boy like a prince
Put my hands to the Lord
Pray my life He will rinse
Don't punish my son for my whole life of sins
Can't wait till I can hold him see his face with a grin
Tip the maid 5 stacks and she been happy ever since
Get the KY shipment now I'm higher than Vince
I got a golden-doodle nigga
No shed, all designer
Your chick give me head on demand like she wind up
Yea you bad in the present but don't turn to Black Chyna
Let Quida braid ya hair now you looking even finer
My girl Lauren London-ish
Bad bitch kinda
Cuz with a queen you gotta drop the "bitch" if you gon find her
APS come through with the smoke
EFG always like when I choke
In the Back 9 AG up by one stroke
I have nightmares feeling like I'm going back broke
Invest in crypto
Invest in weed
So when I roll up, my portfolio green
Between Ben, Wes, Joe, Myles & V
DJ GB, P, and Jax-YZ
So many niggas on my team
Murderetta on my back so I walk with a lean
Smooth riding on chrome cuz the Nupes always clean
Only 3s that I hit is when I shoot like Bean
Whoa, whoa
It's scary what I know
Still tryna grow while I stack more dough
I used to lack flow but I know this pen gold
I just got rich, time to make it tenfold

Written by:
Bradley Grayson

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