Letras
(That's okay, Peter)
(I keep screaming "Life of a Grinchsta!")
I keep screaming "Life of a Grinchsta!"
You ready to ride for this shit?
You ready to die for this shit?
Young boys hop out slide and hit shit
V12 beside the engine
Penthouse they know how I'm living
Windows, they as high as ceilings
Grinch'd up, I do no pretending (I do no pretending)
You ready to die for this shit?
Homicides, I'll ride for this shit
You ready to loot for this shit?
.38 got juice in this bitch
Gold steak in my tooth, need tooth picks
If police come, I'm acting clueless
Life of a Grinch and nowadays
You can't trust your own shooter (you cannot, you cannot-)
Got a L and a V on my shirt, and it don't stand for loser
My looter he ready to measure, you down with that ruler
Hit jeweler, go scuba, I come out like sharks in Bermuda
The doorman protect me in the lobby, he buzz for intruders
One cup, two cup, I keep on sipping the drink, feel soothing
Hood-star should go to NASA, I belong where the moon is
You a liar, where June is? Pop a pill, street's confusing
1K shade, see the future
Most these people be choosing (choosing-)