Grafh, DJ Shay ft. Sheek Louch, Ransom - Valid Lyrics

Intro (Grafh)

Talk to me
Boom boom
Boom boom boom
Yeah
Boom
Brr
Ay
Look here
Ay

Verse 1 (Grafh)

Come walk through the bottom of hell
You crucifying me on the cross through the palm with a nail
I'm poppin' a shell, the shotti the size of a whale
It got a body on it but I still got it for sale
My man in 23 hours inside of a cell
I got the Bentley waiting on him walking outside of the jail
That's just how I'm on it not as coachable, not controllable
The price of the product is non-negotiable
There I was not as sociable
Yeah it's love but I'm not emotional
I understand you only a fan but I'm not approachable, chill out
The cocaine and the food in the same pantry
Keep the brown and the white in the same room like Drake family
Ain't no awards cause it ain't fancy
My heart is solid gold I could melt it and make a Grammy
Griselda and these dope gang niggas just made a family
Thousand grams of sugars, it look like I'm baking candy, sweet

Hook (Grafh)

Everything valid, everything
Everything valid, valid
Everything valid, ay
Everything valid, valid
We make everything violent
We want everything, ay

Everything valid, everything
Everything valid, valid
Everything valid, ay
Everything valid, valid
Cops come everything silent
Around here everything solid
Nigga

Verse 2 (Sheek Louch)

I don't give a fuck
I did what ya'll niggas be trying
Got money, fucked bitches and I stay with the iron
But way smarter, these little niggas only be dying
Go on the gram, zoom in, why the fuck is he crying
Who raised ya'll niggas, what part of the game is this
It's probably part as real but I can't make an honest list
I mean me, P and Kiss tapes and Clue
Since we got here our attitude was who the fuck are you
Now I'm full grown and my career is full blown
All my platinum plaques on the wall is full shown
I move money around on my computer
But I still keep some cash for a shooter
I seen your bitch, she could be a little bit cuter
I'm out in Fiji, pissy drunk on a scooter
Cajun salmon with a little Cesar salad
Gun on my lap, ready to shoot bitch
Everything valid

Hook (Grafh)

Everything valid, everything
Everything valid, valid
Everything valid, ay
Everything valid, valid
We make everything violent
We want everything, ay

Everything valid, everything
Everything valid, valid
Everything valid, ay
Everything valid, valid
Cops come everything silent
Around here everything solid
Nigga

Verse 3 (Ransom)

Bet ya'll niggas thought I was finished off
I resurrected to spit these sins and bars and repent to God
Every verse I scripted was sent to Mars
To prevent the stars from falling to the Earth
Hells fire will leave you burnt and charred
You shouldn't mention ours
We box up niggas, we wasn't meant to spar
With every right hand that probably dent a car
This nigga acting like he Escobar
Reading off all the crimes that he's done but was never really arrested for
Lil nigga bless your heart
Cute story, sorry
Damage your pride, you gonna slide
This what you do shawty
Stand toe to toe in this fucking lane like you knew Tory
I'll kill ya ass in front of your fans and make them root for me
I conjure spirits when this booth call me
Everything I love is what the truth cost me, man this shit is too costly
I can never live my life average, I'll always be a savage
And everything valid

Hook (Grafh)

Everything valid, everything
Everything valid, valid
Everything valid, ay
Everything valid, valid
We make everything violent
We want everything, ay

Everything valid, everything
Everything valid, valid
Everything valid, ay
Everything valid, valid
Cops come everything silent
Around here everything solid
Nigga