Earl Grey - The Tea Is Ready
I hop up on the beat, I spit heat, these niggas peepCatch me dripping to the T like my tea, E to the G
Protect my energy bitch I keep it neat, just like my drink
Sip it slow and then I vibe to the beat, and then I eat
Niggas speaking about creeping on me, these niggas sleep
Have to knock a nigga clean off his feet, my niggas deep
Satin sheets for the bitch in my keep, she so unique
Niggas only feel the real when I speak, they spit deceit
I’m a pharaoh girl I seen you in my tarot huh
Fuck the pigs like Farrakhan, nah I don’t fuck with the swine
I'm not a rapper I’m an artist bitch
And my sign is 69 I’m sensitive about my shit
Mind spirit body shit but still quick to pop the clip in
I’m more pretty than my bitch but best believe I'm still with it
Smudge a nigga if I get offended
Blowing Mary Jane, burning incense for the cleansing
My mama trippin, I be witching, I ain’t switching up
I wanna own my own shit I switched the vision up
I drop an acid tab and then I get to whippin up
Spitting hard like cold grits, a country nigga huh
A young nigga went from Fairfield to Fairfax, I'm speaking big facts
A big speaker, but I'm steppin bitch I'm leaving big tracks
I talk my shit because I shit on niggas like an ex-lax
Out my face bitch, give me space I'm blowing up like semtex, its PETA
I'm so holistic, but spit sadistic yet egotistic
Gold around my middle finger just to let them peasants kiss it
Aura blinding if you niggas blink you’ll probably miss it
But if you blitz me with the bullshit then you got to miss me
I keep the citrine on me same way that I keep the semi
Kombucha in my cup, Its doubled up, this ain't no Remy
I tried to tell these women stop but they keep playing with me
And when they wonder why in life a nigga always chippi
Pulled up to the spot you know I brought the cloud with me
A savage nigga, I just sound friendly
You can catch me on Pico, in a flamingo peacoat, keep a bad chic around just to translate the lingo
If not, I'm with my nigga CINQO, or suavaye Nikko, them the fam keep it 100 just like a c note
Nigga I grew up by the beach, my bitch be fleek
Niggas green be filled with the seeds, my Mary reek, Please
Smoking outta palm trees that’s how I'm living now
I guess I'm doing good a nigga put the swishers down
Speakers beating off the Richter
Still won’t turn my system down, gotta wake em up, I bet them niggas bout to listen now
That grey nigga really ripping now
I been low key on my lonely to perfect sound
If I do say so myself bitch I deserve a round
Here’s some witches brew just take a sip and pass it down GREY
Written by:
Emanuel Jordan
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