Tag Archive: Holy Grail

Chris Orrick – Bottom Feeders Lyrics (feat. Fashawn)

[Verse 1: Chris Orrick]
The bottom feeder, God believers
Can’t foresee winning, but quitting isn’t an option either
We spit the mantra that Nas delivered the ROC on “Ether”
I will not lose (listen)
Sick grin while I sip gin from a goblet, see your
Holy Grail runneth over with what I’ve been bleeding
Poison melody, aim and poise steadily
Pedigree of the Kennedys, bad luck and destiny
See the peasantry seek hope in serenity
Find heaven in chemistry, unplanned pregnancy
Minds caught in zealotry, unlimited weaponry
Lower than leprosy, starstruck by celebrity
No longevity, no story or legacy
Erase the future with death the only penalty
No identity, trapped in the hegemony
Turn neighbors to enemies, repeat the elegy

[Chorus: Chris Orrick]
And we got nothing
Waiting on our meal ticket like, f*ck it
Till the day we die, our shoulders holding up that sky
And we don’t budge and we don’t flinch
And we don’t shrug, not a single inch
Till the day we die
Our shoulders holding up that sky

[Verse 2: Chris Orrick]
They acting like they got the world on their shoulders
Looking at us like we’re earners or soldiers
Fill up their banks or go fill up their tanks
Greed, money, and death they instill in their ranks
But soon enough their little burden is over
People are learning slow, their co-word isn’t covert
Not hard to decipher, not murdering Dozers
People are waking up to the birds and the Folgers
Highly classified and preserved in a folder
Only to be exposed when the world’s turning over (yeah)
Seems like the world’s doing homework
The rich have spent a hundred years digging their own dirt

And we’re almost to six feet, critical mass
Pitiful, let’s pickle the pigs feet
Feet to the fire so the fire can burn
The water’s dirty, we fight fire with fire returned (c’mon)

[Chorus: Chris Orrick]
And we got nothing
Waiting on our meal ticket like, f*ck it
Till the day we die, our shoulders holding up that sky
And we don’t budge and we don’t flinch
And we don’t shrug, not a single inch
Till the day we die
Our shoulders holding up that sky

[Verse 3: Fashawn]
Are you seriously surprised by the poverty?
By default, survivors we gotta be
f*ck classism, we defy the propriety
Use hierarchy to divide the society
Like instead of property we get pollyseeds
School of hard-knocks, while they get Ivy League
We get commissary, they get college fees
So logically I went on a robbing spree
Obviously, I was jacking for freedom
Acting a heathen, trapped in a mentality
That was backwards, the reason
Instead of leaving the neighborhood
We thought we owned, but was only leasing
I would grow to believe in
Not waiting on a mule or no acres
No patience for liberations, reparations, a better nation
Truthfully it’s a struggle, but I admit I’m
Accustomed to my condition, suffering from tradition
Still

[Chorus: Chris Orrick]
And we got nothing
Waiting on our meal ticket like, f*ck it
Till the day we die, our shoulders holding up that sky
And we don’t budge and we don’t flinch
And we don’t shrug, not a single inch
Till the day we die
Our shoulders holding up that sky

Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks – Ryu X Ken

[Hook: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks]
Chapters of the same road, just a different page
We moving off the same high, smoking different haze
Either go to jail or we gotta face the grave
It’s all about this money, dog, we in a new fade
I’ma die where I stand, I’m a different type of guy
Birds in the air, I’m a different type of fly
Where I’m from, niggas like to judge based off your supply
And they scared to show you love till they feel you ’bout to die

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks]
Bye to the corner, you know I love tours
Bye to that bitch ’cause you know I hate whores
New women, new states, money coming different ways
Yankee pendant on the chain, you wasn’t there, you can’t relate
I remember, won’t forget, it was year 0-12
Shows OT, still got it wholesale
Man, we had the city jumping like Supreme Clientele
New New York niggas, B, we like the Holy Grail
Chitty chat, fuck the chitty chat, fuck that
I ain’t trying to bring the city back… Why Bamz?
We the ones with the massive plan
Why these fronting niggas pose in pictures for the ‘Gram?
They pussy? Don’t forget we was there from the gate, though
I sold coke right before I went to Santos
And sold out, so let’s talk about alumni
Acid on my tongue, I was dead high

[Hook: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks]
Chapters of the same road, just a different page
We moving off the same high, smoking different haze
Either go to jail or we gotta face the grave
It’s all about this money, dog, we in a new fade
I’ma die where I stand, I’m a different type of guy
Birds in the air, I’m a different type of fly
Where I’m from, niggas like to judge based off your supply
And they scared to show you love till they feel you ’bout to die

[Verse 2: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks]
When the Fair and the Tan link up, they can’t deny it
Pockets looking slim like they on a liquid diet
And I know it ain’t right for me to swear to God
But I swear to God, I’m the best with it, dog
Man, you know we got the recipe, dog
Shit was written in stone, we on our own, we defying the odds
And I know it ain’t right for me to talk shit about them
But I swear, shit hurting me, dog
Tan flag, with the gold around my neck
Everybody show respect when I come thru, chiefing on the set
I done came thru for [?], I done came thru to humble
I done came thru to come thru
I came in like a dad, I’ma son you
When I draw no R, fuck a Sun Tzu
Me and mines got love for you
You my blood, I take a slug for you, talk to ’em, nigga

[Hook: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks]
Chapters of the same road, just a different page
We moving off the same high, smoking different haze
Either go to jail or we gotta face the grave
It’s all about this money, dog, we in a new fade
I’ma die where I stand, I’m a different type of guy
Birds in the air, I’m a different type of fly
Where I’m from, niggas like to judge based off your supply
And they scared to show you love till they feel you ’bout to die

Profit – Aint Rich Yet (feat. Dave East)

[Intro: Dave]
Trav waddup nigga, beat that case boy
…4 in the morning (*flat line*)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I got some work in the freezer
Model bitch she’s from Belize
I’ve never been open of pussy, you niggas is rookies pillow talking to a freak
Feel I’m dental flossing every beat I be in spots, money coming in quick
Avion shots I got it from Jeezy Trap Or Die, shit we riding in a geezy
We do what we wanna do not what we tryna do, don’t let them lie to you
I come from where niggas will follow you, as soon as you slide out that barbecue
I’m realer then most I chill with my locs, I’m falling asleep on a model bitch
I caught her out the streets on some toddler shit, aim’ll get more respect then a dollar will
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat
On your tenth date you ain’t hit yet? , you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?

[Verse 2: Profit
Broke as fuck yeah I know they stress, how they do it? how they do it? how they do it?
I’ve been thinking ’bout some Peter Lugers, or them Big Macs we been going through it
It’s a different beef when you getting bags, niggas envious when they should be giving daps
She just sucked me but she’s probably mad, because these hoes commenting they ain’t falling back
Now i’m in [?] coming from the [?] if you had lawyers you had the same troubles
Gucci collar with logo hidden, I remain [?] we been tryna bubble
Like bad soap, Jordan box where the stash go, in them blocks where they trap or die and the fruits of labor they can’t post
Feds watching plus the hoes gossip, they’ll line you up like they hanging cloths
I was holdin’ dope on that 9-5 with that work with them I know I’m trippin’
Money calling’ they placing orders, so I had to get, had to get it ain’t seen me yet but ima hurt their feelings
O-Dog breaks so they know I’m menace, they like he gone kill ’em

[Chorus: Dave East]
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat
On your tenth date you ain’t hit yet?, you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?
She hear my voice and she get wet, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet!
I been feeling like a big threat, you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet!
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet?
You been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet!
You been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet!

[Verse 3:]
Been on drugs fuck a piss test, got his wifey with me having rich sex
Hammers throwing shells ain’t no chins checked, we done [?] chrome, fuck a rim set
Drug money from the studios, I might pay a nigga just to hold the dope
They gon’ hang they self I don’t need a rope, in the wrong place when that nina flow
And you S-O-L I was eating Ramens ‘fore I seen a cell
Alley ways and them back cuts I done seen them cells
Niggas back up because you might see hell
Brown water sippin’ Holy Grail, you stay inside you never seen a cell
Vac-seal the product so the scent safe, paid the white bitch just to sent the [?]

[Bridge:]
Been on drugs fuck a piss test, got his wifey with me having rich sex
Hammers throwing shells ain’t no chins checked, we done [?] chrome, fuck a rim set
Drug money from the studios, I might pay a nigga just to hold the dope
They gon’ hang they self I don’t need a rope, in the wrong place when that nina flow
Been on drugs fuck a piss test, got his wifey with me having rich sex
Hammers throwing shells ain’t no chins checked, we done [?] chrome, fuck a rim set
Drug money from the studios, I might pay a nigga just to hold the dope
They gon’ hang they self I don’t need a rope, in the wrong place when that nina flow

[Chorus: Dave East]
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat
On your tenth date you ain’t hit yet?, you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?
She hear my voice and she get wet, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet!
I been feeling like a big threat, you been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet!
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet?
You been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet?
She hear my voice and she get wet, I’ve been feeling like a big threat, on your tenth date you ain’t hit yet!
You been trappin’ for years you ain’t rich yet!