Letra de GRIME - Macklemore

Ah, nah-nah

Ah, nah-nah

Well, I'm an alley cat, some say, "A dirty rat"

On my side, is my gat, but I'm lyin' 'bout that

Still bumpin' Buckshot, trench coat, all in matte black

Hat with the curls bangin' right out the back

Facts, I dive in, open eyelids, fuck a silence

Big pharma, rest in piss, and get the Heisman

Look in my iris, see the trips where I been

Anti pill bottle, pro psilocybin

Still buyin' bootleg Gucci from China

Donate most but still throw it on consignment

Red carpet, Jeff Goldblum's behind us

And they ain't got a clue that these ain't real diamonds

Don't turn me back to the old me

Backpack, rappin' and battlin' back in Oly

I was studyin' Tha Carter one right after '03

Marinara, brick oven on the terrace, with the goat cheese

You flatbread from Panera, don't approach me

Coasting

David Blaine on that beat, floatin'

OGs, don't make a mothafucker OD

That outfit, that's a "No" for me

If you gonna to do drugs, I can suggest some

But I wouldn't spend that much of your money on Codeine

I ain't judgin', enjoy your life

But that shit is killin' people and it's overpriced

Hit the club, get the bag, man, I know that's right

But let me teach you youngbloods how to hold the mic, I'm older, right?

Never had a poltergeist and still slap a rapper like a white Dolemite, ah

I black out, stage dive right into the crowd, I never tap out

And I ain't workin' for a fucking suit, so don't ask now

That's why I always speak my mind and never back down

Since Pac was behind Shock, up in the background

Shh, shh, shh, watch the cops

Started to rap because I cannot pop and lock

Went from sellin' Nicks in a knot in my sock

To sellin' out arenas where the Knicks throw up shots

Goddamn, that's a hell of a come up

European festival money, that's a hell of a summer

I remember they were sayin' I'd be a one-hit wonder

Forty platinum later, boy, they were wrong 'bout the number, nah-nah

I'm so focused, the pen is so potent

The beachfront look like I own the whole ocean

Pull up in that, skrrt, skrrt, the door opens

The mink coat, draggin' on the floor, I ain't even notice

These rappers so emotive, grown men emoji

Face cryin' all on their socials

And I ain't hatin', I guess I'm just old school

We suppress feelings and scrapped right after homeroom

Old gold, OJ, and some cold shrooms

Twenty ounce of Faygo to go with the soul food

Look what I made off of Protools

Still remind pops, "Aw, man, yeah, I told you"

Ooh-wee

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