Grewsum Not Like Yours Lyrics

[Intro: GrewSum]
What up? This is your boy GrewSum. This track right here goes out to every single person who ever hated on me or anyone in my crew. Haha. This song goes out to anybody who ever called me cocky, I'm proving y'all right

[Verse 1: GrewSum]
You hate so much, don't worry about me
When don't no one wanna hear that little verse you're 'bout to read
I'm a certified emcee, always in the booth
They keep saying that I'm good so it's gotta be the truth
I'm the proof that rap ain't dead yet
Yes, it's 'bout to be on your mind like a hеadset
Ready, set, go (ooh)
Now hе's in the lead
You ain't as good as you think, can't be in my league
I speak like my speech alone without a beat
Can still reach to the peak and rightfully take a seat
I write like my pen can never run out of ink
I chill like zen but now and again I freak
Like, me so crazy, he's so crazy
Make you push them, I don't mean sell daisies
I mean come in from underneath where the graves be
It's so easy to me, it's so gravy, gravy

[Chorus: GrewSum]
Maybe my disc ain't up in the stores
But at least my music don't sound like yours
I make a little cash, could use a little more
But at least my music don't sound like yours
I'm a beast on a beat and you're so piss poor
And at least my music don't sound like yours
I look at myself every day and say
At least my music don't sound like yours

[Verse 2: GrewSum]
Yeah, yuh, yuh
My whole crew goes crazy like a riot does
Like the spelling of my group you can't quiet us I'm like Wyatt Earp every time a rifle bust
Don't even like the Earth but I see you recycle stuff
Like my lyrics 'cause you know yours are disposable
Perforated rappers, yeah, I rip most of you
My mouth spits hot shit like a toaster do
My whole style explains what you're supposed to do
Shit you gotta think about most of you dread
Baseball cap flows go over your head
You don't need to sip lean, go sober instead
What I'm proposing is that most of y'alls motives is dead
And that I got drive like an automatic transmission
From the land where loose lips got your mans missing
I heard your raps and I hate your lines
Making mine sound better, don't waste my time

[Chorus: GrewSum]
Maybe my disc ain't up in the stores
But at least my music don't sound like yours
I make a little cash, could use a little more
But at least my music don't sound like yours
I'm a beast on a beat and you're so piss poor
And at least my music don't sound like yours
I look at myself every day and say
At least my music don't sound like yours

[Outro: GrewSum]
Hahaha. I swear to God. The same faggots that are talking shit about me and telling me what to do, one-hundred percent of the time are the people that should probably point that same critical finger back at themselves. If you're a rapper, odds are you know what I'm talking about. A lot of just blind hatred from horrible f*cking rappers. Ha, Prone Records motherf*ckers