219716 Lyrics – Granddad Woolly
Singer: Granddad Woolly
Title: 219716
What it do mane?, have a seat we got some new thangs/
OITO is the vibe get it live from out that blue thang/
Never popped the pill, or twisted real in the booth mane/
Or swapped soul for the deal, I’ll leave that sh#t to you mane/
They miss the fine print when they sign up for that new fame/
They give ya 15 but never warn you at the 2 mane/
Gassing up them tunes likе you really bout to move thangs/
But at best it’s mad cheeks, likе the blue flame, make it bounce/
Like records after sessions I be blessing/
Use my own voice to make a real impression/
Cause y’all sounding funny, desperate, down bad and bummy/
Better build some worth, they’ll either try to tear you down or take your turf, that’s why I’m bout mine/
Region rat, dodged the trap, but still snap and out rhyme/
Tales from the good aways outshine, I’m living proof/
Steady bringing death while I’m out here breaking loops/
Ain’t too many up my alley for the oop, get em!/
Yeah, shooting and serving I know my purpose/
They want me on the backboard, back towards the blackboard/
Schooling Patrick Ewing, couldn’t catch up to my movement/
We go 0 to 100, brought hammers no home improvement/
I wrote my raps in class and n#gg#s would call me stupid/
But teaching generations make me the most brightest student/
Want everything to flow, but n#gg#s ain’t never fluid/
I’m preaching better than deacons who spent they life in the pulpit yelling/
Amen! (Hey Man), get to the chopper, we hunt them proper/
This legendary Dadda feel like Sinatra cause I did it my way/
Script is on crypto, highly invested/
Results mighty impressive, you want in, well then you gotta pay/
Silence is golden, for those who holding the weight of hate in they heart/
Real talk, don’t give a f#ck bout what you got to say/
So Dude put a sock in it like Mick Foley/
Hit the road Jack, but I’m Kind so still have a nice day/
Now tell me two other n#gg#s who bar this hard/
And spit so much fire it scare the sh#t out a Charizard/
We box out and knockout n#gg#s who only wanna spar/
Then give out pair of L’s (parallels) like we out here trying to park your car/
Atomic bars, Russia trying to draft a n#gg#/
Your careers the future, sad to say I’m lookin past it n#gg#/
Never had to run up, didn’t even thing to blast a n#gg#/
I was living broke, I had my family come cast a n#gg#/
In a biopic, we showed on time but we ain’t miss/
Had my n#gg#s leave you twitching, they ain’t never streamed a bit/
Take a peace out of ya pie, got some cream up out ya chick/
Give her dope and give her dick, poke her now she got a fix/
I was banging on them drums, they ain’t never give me sticks/
I was trying to get the cake, the batter didn’t ever mix/
I was chillin at the house, you were out here gettin lit/
Now you looking kinda dim, me I’m shinin on a b#tch/
219 killing this sh#t, killing this sh#t 716/
Dope when it’s raw, dope when it’s mixed/
Breaking em down, Give em the fix/
Give us a shot, bet it won’t brick/
Give us a clip, steadier grip/
Put on the tape, yeah it’s gon stick/
Coldest around, temperature dip/
Dadda and Damone, see that’s a guaranteed heater/
Yeah there ain’t no better fusion since Goku and Vegeta
We ain’t gotta do the dance, we just make them ears ring/
Never fake it but we still seeing green/
Now this one’s for the free, greatest mindset something like Ali/
If Kendrick pimped a butterfly well then I’m buzzing with the bee/
Give me the ball you’ll see a star, warrior it’s not Z/
My story went beyond the arc, so gimme more than just three/
Times to prove my charm, luck never gave it’s arm/
For me to grab, so I had reach out onto my own path, yeah/
And it kinda worked out, thanks to good ol fashioned word of mouth/
And a game plan I never muddled up/
Hands got dirty but I stayed fluid, yeah I got the puddle up/
Got a team, made a plan, yeah we had to huddled up/
I’m not from Buf, but still about my bills, you like Usher bucks, so throw it up/
And if ya fake bum dumbass don’t get/
Got a Red Forman foot to put up in it/
I finish when I say so, you finished when the pay’s low/
Now tell me dawg, who really benefiting when the day close, ponder that/
Cause I rather make you think, then to blink/
But that well ain’t for everyone to drink/
And what I write is pure gold, mix it with that copper zinc/
Done caught another one, steady trap em with that ink, 219 sh#t, Dadda/
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