Текст песне
Grits Redemption

[Chorus:] Hey! Taxing with the traction I'm parlaying in my zone Forget what they gonna say Haters and their fake gators Catered to the ideals That we

I'll always love the fact that we dare to be different, Our gifting is evident, relevant - we got that, Matter of fact, yeah let me write that, Take

's that lyrical liquid, miracle liquid, Same divine wine Jesus pickled the sick with, Healed the afflicted, Dipped, sipped and chilled with his click with, Last supper for the label, and Grits

: [police radio] [humming] [U-God] Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats

[police radio] [humming] [U-God] Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats