Griff Tyler - To The Left (Freestyle) Lyrics

Yea
Summer time coming but Griff bout to drop somethin' cold
So many artists in LA, who's the next one to blow
Found my bag with the singing cause it soothes my soul
But I could out rap all you niggas if that was my goal
Honestly that goal is low, shit I want more
Could drop more frequently, but what the fuck for
Not worried when niggas shoot ten shots for one score
Whole lot of stories, ironic y'all only got one floor
The boxes that y'all in ain't gone help y'all elevate
Twitter debates over fourth, third and second place
Popularity got y'all hyping shit that's less than great
Man them records just be straight, let's set the record straight
Nigga like
This ain't even goin on the tape
Just some shit I had to say, to get off of my chest
Still fittin' for the roll out, it's all for the best
Cuz truth is, all of y'all done played me all to the left
So time to talk my shit for any nigga thinking it's cheap
Cut all that froggy shit for any nigga thinking he'll leap
Got way too much at steak for any nigga thinking it's beef
But you'll still end up salty and sour for thinking shit sweet
How do I lock myself in the booth and still stay free?
How do I try to chase that mill, and still stay meek?
How do I not use a vice, and still stay geeked?
How do I take all y'all advice, and still stay me?
How Sway
Yea aye
Questions I ask myself
Is life worth living, should I blast myself
I'm tired of being played, I want to hurt them back
'Fore it's too late, I'm in the booth putting words on wax
Shout out Macc for this Yonce sample
Shout out the Sound for believing in all my gambles
Y'all need to quit lighting them blunts, go and find some sage, find some candles
We done saved a lot of ammo, y'all gone have a lot to handle
Yea I'll probably disappoint a few
Fuck it, if that's the direction that God point me to
I'm running point, I got points to score, points to prove
Hopefully I hit my point, you see it from my point of view
Know y'all ain't used to me sounding angry
But the pain got all this new shit sounding wavy
Momma hit me like slow down, I'm not a fan of your decisions lately
I don't mean to drive you crazy, sorry momma but they played me
They done played me

Yea
Won't be for too long though
Yea
I know my time comin
I'm coming for everything too
Let this motha fucka ride
Shout out the Sound
Lost Sound way or no way
Yea