Mike Godwin - Pimp Hand Strong [Prod. Stoic] (The Great American Novel)

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Your favorite rapper ain't shit, verse left him in a hearse and he paying me a grip. This spaying thing's legit all the music getting neutered, labels at their tables getting choosy bout the shooter. Route the router flew her out to woo her Flair is disappointed, noise is layered say her titties aren't very buoyant. She didn't take too kindly 'mind me why I lack a lady, I ain't Gravy gaze hazy but I'll still smack a baby. Lately I been lonely must've started at the top, only option next to flopping but those thoughts have gotta stop. Guap is awfully hard to come by it's time that we admit it, bare witness the white hope of richness is a privilege. Grip is getting kinda slippery with reality, I been through every malady so miss me with the fallacy. Of "things get better" no they fucking don't, even dope smoke won't grow me out of this rope.

[Verse 2]

Keep your pimp hand strong, only took the loss of life to see the rich man's wrong. So that's your fifth plan gone not much left to lose, proceed to take the floor drag a little till you step in two. Left some bitches destitute with residue on counters, looks like you better clean up in seventy two hours. Time ticking fast the days are flying by, the sun and moon are swirling inseparable in your mind. Immeasurable by defined laws of physics you just hid it, quickly pivot hour seventy ticking down the minutes. Is it really hard to fidget with a million in your hand, filling up demands killing what you panned? Something's going wrong rather horribly in fact, voice is getting shaky rather warbly he spat. Spinning tales of what he had to do and could've would've should've, a foot of dirt into six feet he finally put up.