[Intro: GrewSum]

Shit, everybody thought because I wasn't dropping something that it was just okay to try and-try and act like I'm not good at what I do. Huh, I'm a fucking spitter, regardless of what y'all think about me. Grass Roots Volume Three

[Verse 1: GrewSum]

If you know a better spitter you should introduce me to 'em

I'ma leave his body chopped up and bruising off in the ruins

I'ma fuck your body, statual rapper known to be ruthless

And doing the type of shit all these other cats never doing

Got a clever tongue, let it go, let it run

Never slow, let it come to the point that I'ma kill 'em, drill 'em

Hit 'em with the machete we use and the lung go

Act like you rich, rock shoes like a hobo

Act like a bitch, blood ooze out your nose holes

That's the type of shit that got Grew going loco

Tell 'em in the back of the building scratches appealing

To a cat that wanna stack up a million before we chillin'

I'ma make this go

Whether or not you want it to

I see them down talking on me and this shit is comical

Just doing what I gotta do to achieve the impossible

A lot of you were talking just knowing that I demolish you

[Chorus: GrewSum]

Motherfucker, let's go

Get that paper dawn, let's go

Get your hustle on, let's go

Fuck them haters dawg, let's go

I ain't got time to waste, let's go

I ain't got time to waste, let's go

I ain't got time to waste, let's go

I ain't got time to waste, let's go