The Old Groove (feat. Novel) - Griselda

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I'm in the novel 주인공의 Friend 다시 너의 차가움에 빠져 허우적대 No I'm not okay 의미 없는 집착들에 지쳐가는데 Baby I'll die 이 소설 안에서 난 Baby tell me the truth Do you really mean it Say it again I think you're lying Oh my gosh, you confuse me like hell Don't fake your mind You don't have to lie You know I want you, I only want you Can you see me crying I can't save myself 이제 뭐든 상관없듯 빠져가는데 Even if I die We are meant to be 모든 게 내 착각이 만들어낸 얘기일 뿐이야 You are my gravity Cause you're my gravity You are my gravity 춤을 추듯 스친 손끝에 다 채워진, you shine like a moonlight Baby what should I do Why do I have these things in my head We are denying All our feelings but we're here again Don't fake your mind You don't have to lie You know I want you, I only want you Can you see me crying I can't save myself 이제 뭐든 상관없듯 빠져가는데 Even if I die We are meant to be 모든 게 내 착각이 만들어낸 얘기일 뿐이야 You are my gravity Cause you're my gravity You are my gravity 춤을 추듯 스친 손끝에 다 채워진, you shine like a moonlight 이유 없이 멀어져 가 바보 같은 전개일 뿐이야 When the story ends Let the truth remain You are my gravity Cause you're my gravity You are my gravity 춤을 추듯 스친 손끝에 다 채워진, you shine like a moonlight

Ah Ah Ayo, ChineGun wore gloves in the summer, threw him my numbers A pair of jumpers, hollow head lead dumpers (Boom, boom, boom, boom) This Louis V shit, Virgil designed it I got shot and a few niggas got Murdered behind it (I'm right with them niggas) Ayo, the MAC shoot silent (Ah), you just seen niggas droppin' Who ran the yard? Who ran the phone? Who had the biggest locker? Who had the Glock? Who had the MAC? Who had the biggest chopper (Brr) You gettin' shot, You gettin' whacked, no need to get a doctor (Hahaha) Ayo, ain't no bomin' back, the Louis V lumberjack Havin' paperwork parties for killin' all Fuckin' rats (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) SE Gang, who can fuck with that? My shooter face covered with a bunch of Tats, hit him twice, double back (Boom, boom) A couple hundred racks vacuum sealed with rubber bands No money wraps, used to hit niggas with the dummy packs (Hah) Ayo, couple gats, '98 Lexus with the bubble back (Skrrt) Tom Ford bubble with the third, doin' jumpin' jacks (Doot, Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) What would ChineGun do? You gettin' shot if you ain't from here (Yeah) Closet full of blood bottoms, you can't afford one pair (Hahahaha) You niggas can't compare, this shit is unfair (Talk to 'em) Take a rapper chain and let my son wear it (Hah, yeah, ayy, look) I remember listenin' to Wu in '95 (Five) Got my first strap from Conway in '99 (Nine) Paper, I was tryna find, that summer, I learned how to ride Get in one shootout and my homie quit on me and got a job (You pussy) Look how it happened (Uh-huh) My whole family on, we like the Jacksons You sold white, you might could imagine that type of status (Yeah) First I cut open a slab, then light a Backwood While the fiends cook the dope in the spoon while strikin' matches, uh I rose from the streets, I did the most with the least My team had the best numbers when the coke wasn't cheap Fuck your plug's plug, 'cause I can get both numbers beat It's five hundred a bottle, But the hoes want it free (Your bitch got it) I was there when them bricks was stamped, You was scared when them trips was planned Nigga, I can fit a whale in the big sedan (Ah) You gon' probably take a L if I lift this hand (Brr) Haters be your biggest fans, then they take the witness stand Let's go

Brr Ayo Flygod Hangin' out the Royce with the Russian (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Everybody duckin', only five niggas got hit, fuck it (Ah) Halos over Palm Angels, watch for Lucifer (Ah) I had the beam on the Draco, luncheon (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Dumpin', I threw the barrel at your pumpkin (Brr) Puffin' gelato, chillin', givin' game to my youngin' I told him that this shit don't come, you gotta want it And have that money back on time to me if I front it, ah (Let's go) I pull that gun up, you slippin', you better run it Shells, those feel like oatmeal, they sit in your stomach (Ah) I came home and let back niggas biddin' them numbers (Free my niggas) I'm thinkin' about which block that I'm killin' this summer Ayo, Dior rockin', .357 to your throat popper (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) He had to lay low, the streets watchin' Two different color duct tapes, I bet that shit got cut My shit swimmin', made two to five, now we winnin' Catch me on the yard, greased up, waves spinnin' CO knockin' at my cell, price on the linen Look, you know the wheels got the big Bs (Uh huh) The wrist freeze, diamonds dancin' like Chris Breeze (Hahaha) 3500 my sneakers, you can't get these After I nut, I made the bitch leave (Get out, bitch) You know my wrist mean, I double up if the brick clean (Let's go) But now I get that for a sixteen Ah, and I spend it like this dope from lotto SIG throwin' hollows, bullets big as a Corona bottle (Brr) It cost twenty bands for a convo My niggas all Capos, last time I cooked up, I wore a poncho (Ah) Pullin' up on your broad, pronto (What's poppin'?) I fucked her once, she hit me the next day but the call blocked though Ayo, all my jewels on, I'm in the two seater with the roof gone (Skrt) Bushmaster with the Raf straps, knock your shoes off (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Air hole TEC blew off, no screw off Headshot up close, his Just Don blew off (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I pull the coupe off with two bitches in my new loft (Vroom) Diamond tennis chains, VVSs, and a new cross Bring your biggest gun, nigga, we can have a shoot-off (Ha) Only hit three niggas, but, shit, I knocked two off (Brr) We the upper echelon of the hard rappers The most sought-after, bar after bar after bar after Bar, we raw like the soft of the traffic Nigga got out of pocket and my dawg clapped him (Ah, boom, boom, boom) We the hardest 'til I'm laid in a coffin (Ah) I never trade on the squadron Came with a forklift, ah, we made niggas bosses Doin' it from the stage to the faucet They know we the hardest, I hit valet and they parked it, uh (Uh huh) They want the wave like a dolphin What gangster is you talkin'? We don't play, we on offense Stick you and throw your chains in the garbage They know we the hardest (Let's go), use your brain before they torch it Lock and load, and aim for the target My niggas the hardest (Let's go)

A landslide, nigga Huh, this shit is, this shit is a landslide, nigga Uh, this the theme music for the pie stretchers (Whip up) I whipped five, I got five extras (Hah) Three Everybody is F.O.O.D tapes, a trifecta (Cap) Show these niggas in the game how to Apply pressure (Rock shit up, nigga) All my bitches got a bag and they drive Tesla (Uh-huh) Bust down the Cubans, I lit my neck up (You see the neck, bitch) Landslidin' on niggas, don't even try to catch us Hollow tips flyin' out of my Heckler (Brr) We came a long way from that Digiscale That shit too small to weigh up the shit I sell (Hahaha) Pink Spade for my bitch, she don't do Zinfandel Y'all ain't the only niggas gettin' money, boy, we rich as well (Hah) Rich as hell Shooter empty out his clip and bail (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Sniffin' yayo so long, he lost his sense of smell (Smell shit) Before I left Cali, I sent the bale (Haha) Hit Goose, told him, "Look out for it, it's in the mail" I leave a nigga living room floor full of blicky shells (Brr) Broke, we gotta kill his baby mama too That bitch'll tell (Get that bitch too) I'm stackin' all the profit off of every brick I sell (Cap) I bet you pussy niggas wish I fail (Hahaha) Ah, hand on my clip, we animals, dismantle my strip I'm 5'8" but 6'11" if I stand on my bricks I cancel y'all quick with the Glock I Shoot cannonballs with (Doot, doot, doot) I sat in prison, walkin' the yard, just plannin' all this (Ah) Uh, unknown location, I got thirty Os (I got thirty Os) 'Cause I'm too smart for that stash in the dirty clothes I'm in the kitchen countin' cash, does she disturb me? No Revenge a dish for greedy niggas, you gotta serve it cold (Suckers) I had to move where the climate hot (Hot) I took the money off the corner and invested that in private stock Bet you know I still run the kinda spot (Yeah) Hustlers buy the bricks in the back And the front is just a tire shop (Ah) Big guns, ain't no quiet shots (Ain't no quiet shots) I'll be fine if you die or not Plus I'm equipped if a riot pop (We got guns, nigga) I threw the whole clip but he survived the shots (Brr) I guess my aim was on but the timing not (Damn) Felony shit, you can never be clipped (Nigga) One night stands with women I would never be with My OG puttin' me on, he love tellin' me shit Said, "Black men in America could never be rich", The Butcher (Flygod) Ayo, rockin' wonders (Ah) Wonderin' if I should rock John Undercover for the whole summer Pole with the scratched numbers (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) We wore Fear of Gods to the last supper (Ah) Too much coke, I made the Pyrex glass suffer House of the Very Islands, stylin' Dope pilin' on China, put the .40 to him Started firin' (Boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Plain Jane, said I'm ahead of my time again (Ahead of my time again) Back whippin' them nines again, back to back Lambs on Fairfax (Skrrt) Ran out of Sweet Chick, blew the nigga head back (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Jetta to the Beverly Center Bloodstains in the fifth seat, gave the blick to valet Now you rich, M16 vicious, don't come my way, I spray (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) I'm out in Tribeca baggin' up yay Paint all on my North Face, the worst case, I'ma be rich Collina Strada my bitch (Huh?), I'm on the yard on my drip (Huh?) I had the Audemars wrist (Huh?) The Phillipe tucked in my Timbs (Huh?) You better have my commissary or you gettin' that biz (Ah) Jewelry out with my kids