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Chasey the Illest - Orange Juice & Grits Lyrics



Chasey the Illest - Orange Juice & Grits Lyrics




Uh, uh, uh Niggas broke as hell, we was never getting money
Trippin' over bitches, you was never getting pussy
Niggas broke as hell, we was never getting money
Trippin' over bitches, you was never getting pussy

This the flow that got me f*cked up
Reminiscing over murder killings I was dreaming nightmares and miraging millions
I had momma scared that I would turn a felon, oh God
Almost died inside my adolescence I was fearing days of my future self
So I had to hand myself a little weapon, oh God
Forgive my sins and the skin I scarred shooting them Bible verses towards the prison yard
I was jailed at birth, stuck behind these bars
Fate or curse that I rhyme this hard
Almost hit the moon the way I fly this car
Gotta busted window, I was seeing stars
Till a UFO put me in its arms

Niggas broke as hell, we was never getting money
Trippin' over bitches, you was never getting pussy
Niggas broke as hell, we was never getting money
Trippin' over bitches, you was never getting pussy

F*cking up then going home to momma
She'll never understand I lived through trauma
Actin' out for my internal drama
Thought this life was like a free trial for commas
Dreams of balling, swimming with piranhas
Till I seen the court, hearing yes, your honor
I ain't go to trial, I was facing demons
Sick as hell, the devil caught me sneezing
F*ck, oh my, heard a voice tell the youth all rise
Don't judge me, just trust me
In the crib, I was eating pot pies
You cannot touch this swag
I was in the trench way back
Argue over drums and flats
Spitting over drums and claps like

Niggas broke as hell, we was never getting money
Trippin' over bitches, you was never getting pussy
Niggas broke as hell, we was never getting money
Trippin' over bitches, you was never getting pussy

These days we
Gone out my mind don't call for the night
Gone out my mind don't call for the night
Truth be the way and all I can say is
Look for your savior, obey your faith
I'm out of control

Automatic, getting at it like an addict
Seeing static on my television set
I was looking out the window and they throwing up the set
They
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Uh, uh, uh Niggas broke as hell, we was never getting money
Trippin' over bitches, you was never getting pussy
Niggas broke as hell, we was never getting money
Trippin' over bitches, you was never getting pussy

This the flow that got me f*cked up
Reminiscing over murder killings I was dreaming nightmares and miraging millions
I had momma scared that I would turn a felon, oh God
Almost died inside my adolescence I was fearing days of my future self
So I had to hand myself a little weapon, oh God
Forgive my sins and the skin I scarred shooting them Bible verses towards the prison yard
I was jailed at birth, stuck behind these bars
Fate or curse that I rhyme this hard
Almost hit the moon the way I fly this car
Gotta busted window, I was seeing stars
Till a UFO put me in its arms

Niggas broke as hell, we was never getting money
Trippin' over bitches, you was never getting pussy
Niggas broke as hell, we was never getting money
Trippin' over bitches, you was never getting pussy

F*cking up then going home to momma
She'll never understand I lived through trauma
Actin' out for my internal drama
Thought this life was like a free trial for commas
Dreams of balling, swimming with piranhas
Till I seen the court, hearing yes, your honor
I ain't go to trial, I was facing demons
Sick as hell, the devil caught me sneezing
F*ck, oh my, heard a voice tell the youth all rise
Don't judge me, just trust me
In the crib, I was eating pot pies
You cannot touch this swag
I was in the trench way back
Argue over drums and flats
Spitting over drums and claps like

Niggas broke as hell, we was never getting money
Trippin' over bitches, you was never getting pussy
Niggas broke as hell, we was never getting money
Trippin' over bitches, you was never getting pussy

These days we
Gone out my mind don't call for the night
Gone out my mind don't call for the night
Truth be the way and all I can say is
Look for your savior, obey your faith
I'm out of control

Automatic, getting at it like an addict
Seeing static on my television set
I was looking out the window and they throwing up the set
They
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Writer: Chase Mathews, Nora Wygant
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Performed By: Chasey the Illest
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Chase Mathews, Nora Wygant
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