Against The Grain

Sauce Money

Watch out for your friends




Ayo ayo you you you got that thing for me huh?



You thought I was layin? no no I aint layin Im takin



You dont understand? You confused?



How bout if I stuff your fuckin head through that



window



That would unconfuse you right?



Thought I was layin give me the fuckin money come on




Verse 1:




Im blamin



lame ass rappers frontin for famin



I should open up a casino for all the games you playin



Im sayin, everyday in a different namin



Plus they homos now, big black niggas flamin



We stressin, that you don't be stressin us



And if you GS and GS than dont be B.S'n us



Just be B.S'n logicly



Not like that we be guessin



Because the truth need no modesty



Cristal to spring water, Bacardi whateva



What it is, is what it is



We can party together



You know how the game goes



Whenever your name grows



But still love is love fuckin the same hoes



Against the grain goes the souped up rapper



He spittin venom



So now we gotta get wit him



And do the ten thing



Frightenin, while his men cling



Then watch blood extract out his ass like ginsing



It all ends with, all of his mens hit



And now our future friends shit



Strictly forensic



But thats the life we livin'



Drivin', thats how we driven



Strivin, you must be robin



Cause I aint given



Shoot ya guns




Chorus:




Now when we bless this with precise shit



That we suffice with



We keep your mentals lit



Now when we bless this



(echo: bless this, bless this, bless this, bless this)




verse 2:




I see ya overly concerni