Dat Boy Grace - Crumbs to Bricks lyrics

(*talking*) Heeey what's up, it's Dat Boy Grace And Big T baby, huh Turning crumbs to bricks y'all, hey [Grace] I'm still huffing puffing hustling, going hard can't quit The only difference now it's legal, stacking chips pay legit Off the block in the studio, made to switching the haters Sorta like mash for my dreams, put it down finally made it No more running ducking dodging, I'm steady blasting and laughing Getting paid living laid, so Southside while I'm rapping My ends meeting strangers speaking, show respect cause I'm real A pad blesser pen pimper, going hard showing sk**s Oh yeah it's all in they face, it ain't no stopping the Grace Just lay the beat light up a sweet, and let me give em a taste I got these stacks on my mind, play with my pen writing rhymes Give it all I got make em body rock, I put it down everytime Head blown I'm in the zone, riding high smoking trees This for my G's stacking thees, coming down on 3's Keep making some'ing out of nothing, with the game figured out We turning crumbs into bricks, putting it down for the South [Hook: Big T - 2x] Turning crumbs to bricks, oooh I made a profit off caine but I done switched the game, now I'm balling crawling having thangs [Grace] A perfect world mistakes are made, gotta take the good with the bad Fix up my f** up's and hush up, and put my mind on the cash Pick up the pace in my walking, and slow down all of the talking f** up some bite and quit barking, keep rolling up and keep sparking Done paid my dues I roll and choose, hold my head and got smarter Went from a rage in the cage, to hitting the stage for a quarter Stack to stack I'm wrecking dats, rocking shows and they packed With a bigger figga bigger picture, switched from crack to dats Time to put it all on the line, my sk**s inclined in rhyme The S.U.C. vet'll wreck, and break em down everytime I sign my name on the line, G-R-A-C-E Congratulated we waited, but now they got to feel me Straighten out the profit quick, now watch the crumbs turn to bricks With every hit another lick, stacking chips pay legit Street game to rap game, I switched up on them haters Dope house to major sto's, worldwide money maker [Hook - 2x] [Grace] No more nickels and dimes, I'm writing rhymes for mine I peeped the game while doing time, came home with a grind It's time to shine and blind, and represent big stacks Across the map the shows packed, by acting bad on tracks I'm shown love in the club, known from the freestyle dubs With Screw-U wrecking mics, dranking Sprite and it's mud Riding high kiluminatti, underground on status Screwed Up Click cream of the crop, and I'll be one of the baddest Stacking cabbage living lavish, watch my profit get bigger Bit off some bricks with some crumb, and painted much clearer picture A 3rd Coast mob figga, syrup sipper in the do' Come from the land of candy swanging, banging on 84's Popping trunk and blowing skunk, writing it down getting crunk But for the punks they pulling stunts, releasing game over funk The deal's done game over, mix the syrup with the soda That prove I'm colder thinking thoeder, sober down and move over [Hook - 3x] [Big T] I'm coming down coming down, coming down-down Coming down coming down, coming down-down Coming down coming down, chop-chop-chop