(*talking*)

Heeey what's up, it's Dat Boy Grace

And Big T baby, huh

Turning crumbs to bricks y'all, hey

[Grace]

I'm still huffing puffing hustling, going hard can't quit

The only difference now it's legal, stacking chips pay legit

Off the block in the studio, made to switching the haters

Sorta like mash for my dreams, put it down finally made it

No more running ducking dodging, I'm steady blasting and laughing

Getting paid living laid, so Southside while I'm rapping

My ends meeting strangers speaking, show respect cause I'm real

A pad blesser pen pimper, going hard showing skills

Oh yeah it's all in they face, it ain't no stopping the Grace

Just lay the beat light up a sweet, and let me give em a taste

I got these stacks on my mind, play with my pen writing rhymes

Give it all I got make em body rock, I put it down everytime

Head blown I'm in the zone, riding high smoking trees

This for my G's stacking thees, coming down on 3's

Keep making some'ing out of nothing, with the game figured out

We turning crumbs into bricks, putting it down for the South

[Hook: Big T - 2x]

Turning crumbs to bricks, oooh

I made a profit off caine but I done switched the game, now I'm balling crawling having thangs

[Grace]

A perfect world mistakes are made, gotta take the good with the bad

Fix up my fuck up's and hush up, and put my mind on the cash

Pick up the pace in my walking, and slow down all of the talking

Fuck up some bite and quit barking, keep rolling up and keep sparking

Done paid my dues I roll and choose, hold my head and got smarter

Went from a rage in the cage, to hitting the stage for a quarter

Stack to stack I'm wrecking dats, rocking shows and they packed

With a bigger figga bigger picture, switched from crack to dats

Time to put it all on the line, my skills inclined in rhyme

The S.U.C. vet'll wreck, and break em down everytime

I sign my name on the line, G-R-A-C-E

Congratulated we waited, but now they got to feel me

Straighten out the profit quick, now watch the crumbs turn to bricks

With every hit another lick, stacking chips pay legit

Street game to rap game, I switched up on them haters

Dope house to major sto's, worldwide money maker

[Hook - 2x]

[Grace]

No more nickels and dimes, I'm writing rhymes for mine

I peeped the game while doing time, came home with a grind

It's time to shine and blind, and represent big stacks

Across the map the shows packed, by acting bad on tracks

I'm shown love in the club, known from the freestyle dubs

With Screw-U wrecking mics, dranking Sprite and it's mud

Riding high kiluminatti, underground on status

Screwed Up Click cream of the crop, and I'll be one of the baddest

Stacking cabbage living lavish, watch my profit get bigger

Bit off some bricks with some crumb, and painted much clearer picture

A 3rd Coast mob figga, syrup sipper in the do'

Come from the land of candy swanging, banging on 84's

Popping trunk and blowing skunk, writing it down getting crunk

But for the punks they pulling stunts, releasing game over funk

The deal's done game over, mix the syrup with the soda

That prove I'm colder thinking thoeder, sober down and move over

[Hook - 3x]

[Big T]

I'm coming down coming down, coming down-down

Coming down coming down, coming down-down

Coming down coming down, chop-chop-chop