Woo, yeah

Kev Brown, Grap Luva

Timex rest in peace

Yeah, send this out to Taheem, nah mean, My pops

[Kev Brown]

I try to remain classic

Old school measures are drastic, passionate, most are plastic

Collaborate with bills piled up to my neck

But never had a problem gaining respect

I've had problems gaining my checks from past work

I'm bout ready to slap the smirk off jerks

For tryna get over on Kev

I'm already close to the edge

I'd rather be somewhere getting toasted instead

Won't be diplomatic to critics I'm just

Too broke to bend any further forget it

I write how I feel regardless

Apologizing for telling the truth is pure nonsense

Cats saying I'm soft with the beats

Come around my way dog, see if you don't get stomped in the streets

(let em know Kev)

For gettin it twisted

It's dudes on my block grinding harder than Clipse is

And I'm one of em

But not with the dope you smoke

I compose the dope musical notes that move folks

Nah, not with the dope you smoke

I compose the dope musical notes that move folks

[Grap Luva]

Yo I hate the fact I didn't master how to be a go-getter

Things be better with that little knowledge intact

In a tight a spot knowing just how to react

But I'm letting things hold me back

Brain consumed by bales of weed smoke, got my mind in a fog

Got me moving like a bump on a log

Getting nowhere

My wife and kids need answers and care

Plus these jobs want me cuttin my hair?

Listen, gettin

Closer to God cause these times are tight

See my foes laughing at me in the dark of the night

But I keep training stay in preparation to fight

Through the struggle, I still remain focused upon the light, yo

In this madness formulated by fools I master rules

Sharpen my tools, deliver jewels cash rules

But job be the ruler of me

So instead of me juggling crills I MC

[Outro - Grap Luva]

MC, it's all a part of the struggle b

Either way, gotta make it work, nah mean? yeah