Over the Stove - Manu Grace

All I ever wanted was a billion dollars Knew that I'd be rich when we was whippin powder Ten thousand hundreds later we drippin' in Prada Niggas with that action, you don't want no drama That's the game, that's the game Niggas be around you, screaming that they love you But I done seen it change, aye Twenty bricks of caine I'll fuck up the game Now when I slide through it just don't feel the same You could buy an umbrella but you can't stop the rain They dropping names, I get low, dead to phones They like, Cooks, you never home but it's still your throne I set the tone for the clones (Yeah) Run around with that Joe Montana Run it to me like Usain Bolt (Go) I could feel it in my soul Niggas energy ain't gold I broke the mold cracked the code I fucked a Matrix hoe (Woah) I watch em change over dough Phone jumping overload Trap phone jumping overload Used to be my dog left titty Now God got his ass like when Mase left Diddy All I ever wanted was a billion dollars Knew that I'd be rich when we was whippin' powder Ten thousand hundreds later we drippin' in Prada Niggas with that action, yeah, you don't want no drama That's the game, that's the game Niggas be around you, screaming that they love you But I done seen it change, aye Twenty bricks of caine I fucked up the game Now when I pull it just don't feel the same You could buy an umbrella but you can't stop the rain They dropping names, I get low, dead to phones They like Cooks, you never home but it's still your throne I set the tone for the clones, (Yeah) Run around with that Joe Montana Run it to me like Usain Bolt (Go)

Ah A yo, from now on, niggas gotta call me the Pyrex man (ah, ayo, yo, yo) I gotta stamp that shit Niggas tryna take my shit, Mr. Pyrex Man, that's me, nigga (ah, a yo) Feel what I'm sayin'? The Butcher, nigga (a yo) I know what y'all want Y'all want me back on that Daringer shit, nigga I know what y'all niggas want Mr. Pyrex Man (The Butcher comin', nigga) You know what I do with a fork, nigga (ah) Yo, uh-huh I'm eatin' caviar off ciabatta that's chopped in (uh) When I quit, the guys I fed off narcotics done got slim (uh-huh) My style mixed with Boldy James now and 2Pac then (then) Don't compare me to no nigga that's not in the top ten (don't do that) And all that weird rapper shit (uh-huh), and they not near half as this (me?) Be in my ear cappin' while I'm focused on the tier after this Put out a number one, then another one less than a year after it (uh-huh) I'm humble, but you fuckin' bums should be somewhere practicin' (nigga) These Cartiers with the diamonds solitaire hazardous I swear these hoes fall out the air soon as they stare at this shit Square packages, I stepped on 'em, StairMaster bricks Then whipped another half a square out my rare bag of tricks (ah) This one for the family no matter what awards they hand me (Sopranos) I went and spent another buck on some water I can call a Grammy (nigga) I took orders cookin' fancy in kitchens like Gordon Ramsay (haha) Agents make sure they payin' me, my trap like a Morgan Stanley For niggas knew what happened, I was on Montana with white Arm & Hammer with ice, connected like Joe Montana and Rice Scanners and lights, you value your team, you payin' 'em right? (You payin' 'em right?) Candid advice, you gon' need 'em when they read the Miranda rights, yeah (real shit) The first day my dog got his whip, we was smokin' in it (smokin' in it) He had a Glock on his hip, 30 plus shots was loaded in it I told him, "Go and tint it," he said, "Fuck that," had no intentions (fuck that) 'Cause when he pull up slow with switches, he want 'em to know he did it, uh (uh) We brought it back, back (we brought it back) I dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (it came all the way back) Soon as we unload this rental, we right back, back (we back) Have my shooter bend a corner, I bet he back, back (I bet he, brr, bah, bah, woo) Back, back (go) We dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (came back, back) Soon as we unscrew these doors, boy, we back, back I have my shooter bend a corner, bet he back, back (brr, bah, bah) Was cooking cocaine in designer, I turned 17 ounces to 39 Watched big homie lay that shit up on the heat like Harold Miner I just dropped mine on the heat like Kyle Lowry, all the Vlone came from Bari All the kilos came stamped with a balloon, it's time to party (woo) Drivin' sixes in the sun with that rocket, I think I'm Barkley (woo) And I ain't bring a chip home (nah), bitch, I brought a brick home (yeah) Did it off the flip phone (ah), had the feds in there tip-toein' (woo) I left some dirty pots and a note that said, "I been gone" (Woo) I been hit that number, bitch, I been up, bitch, I been on (bitch, we been on) We was worth six figures on them barbershop steps Was cookin' hard with my left (left), parallel parkin' my Lex' Hear the barkin' from them bundles, had that dog food on deck Now my last check look like I play for the Nets But we ain't breakin' no sweat We in the rental, 'bout to freeze, don't you turn up the degrees, it's a brick in the vent Stove We brought it back, back (we brought it back) I dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (it came all the way back) Soon as we unload this rental, we right back, back (we back) Have my shooter bend a corner, I bet he back, back (I bet he, brr, bah, bah, woo) Back, back (go) We dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (came back, back) Soon as we unscrew these doors, boy, we back, back I have my shooter bend a corner, bet he back, back (brr, bah, bah)

If love endured that ancient cross How precious is my Savior's blood The beauty of heaven wrapped in my shame The image of love upon death's frame If having my heart was worth the pain What joy could You see beyond the grave If love found my soul worth dying for How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace If heaven now owns that vacant tomb How great is the hope that lives in You? The passion that tore through hell like a rose The promise that rolled back death and its stone If freedom is worth the life You raised (oh) Where is my sin, where is my shame? (Oh, Jesus) If love paid it all to have my heart How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder (come on, you sing) of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace (oh, when I see that cross) When I see that cross, I see freedom (come on) When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace (when I see that cross) When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder (come on) of Your grace When I see that cross, I see freedom When I see that grave, I'll see Jesus And from death to life, I will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise In the wonder of Your grace How my soul will sing Your praise How wonderful, how glorious My Savior's scars victorious My chains are gone, my debt is paid From death to life and grace to grace

Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like? I could be wholesome, I could be loathsome Guess I'm a little bit shy Why don't you like me? Don't you like me Without making me try? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! How can I help, how can I help How can I help what you think? Hello my baby, hello my baby Putting my life on the brink Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? Why don't you like yourself? Should I bend over? Should I look older To be put on your shelf? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad, yeah So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad! (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! Alright Grace Kelly Here we go I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, I could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? (Why?) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! (Oh, yeah) (Why don't you walk out that door) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Grace, Grace, Grace) walk out the door! (Grace, Grace Kelly)

Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence causes silence Who are we mistaken? But you see, it's not me It's not my family In your head, in your head, they are fighting With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their drones In your head, in your head, they are crying What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh Another mother's breakin' Heart is takin' over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken It's the same old theme In two thousand eighteen In your head, in your head, they're still fightin' With their tanks, and their bombs And their guns, and their drones In your head, in your head, they are dyin' What's in...