Correction Lyrics Grand Nash Chronicles by Larry June

Featuring(s) : Trae Tha Truth

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Mr Rogers, Mr Rogers

Had to gas up the Grand Nash' to go and bend the block (Bend the block, bend the block, bend the block)
Had to gas up the Grand Nash' to go and bend the block (Bend the block, bend the block, bend the block)
Had to gas up the Grand Nash' to go and bend the block (Bend the block, bend the block, bend the block)
Had to gas up the Grand Nash' to go and bend the block (Bend the block, bend the block, bend the block)

[Larry June]
Fire up the G-body, quick lil' sto' run (Yeah)
Might have to franchise it, nigga, we done made a ton (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Still get them flashbacks, took thirty day runs (For real)
Still tryna better myself, still learning love (Uh)
On the San Mateo bridge, took the C4 'Vette
Used to think she really f*ck with me until she felt depression (Damn)
Enterprising, money in my bank keep me stimulated
Partnership, build with the family then we elevate
Ownership, f*ck buying cars, cop real estate
Love all your flaws, my nigga, and keep getting cake
'Cause who to say this shit a flaw anyway? (Anyway)
f*ck how a nigga feel, f*ck what a bitch say (Man)

Had to gas up the Grand Nash' to go and bend the block (For real, for real, for real)
(I'm on my way, on my way)
Had to gas up the Grand Nash' to go and bend the block (Bend the block)
(On my way, on my way)
Had to gas up the Grand Nash' to go and bend the block (Bend the block)
(On my way, on my way)
Had to gas up the Grand Nash' to go and bend the block (Bend the block)
(On my way, on my way)
[Trae tha Truth]
Been protecting my energy, too much shit done been crazy
Bunch of haters been on my bumper, ain't nothing gon' faze me
Witness homies turning to enemies, noting amaze me
Why these people be sleeping on me? I feel like they lazy
Lately I've been stayed in my bag, tryna focus on life
I done went and ran up that bag, tryna run it up twice
Even though I feel I'm on top, I'm tryna reach new heights
All I know is don't sell my peace, nigga, f*ck they price
Got me feeling like Kelly, all I do is win
Baby, ain't no lack in my pimpin', all I do is trends
Lil' mama go off the dome, we don't do the pen
Ever did me dirty, it's f*ck 'em, we don't do amends (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Larry June]
Seven thousand dollar rug, negotiating bigger numbers
Be cool, baby, this shit Persian, you know how I'm coming (Ayy)
Take chances, only f*ck with the people that really love you (Man)
Sixty grand for the platinum Rollie but I keep it subtle (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
You was stressed out 'bout the bitch (Bitch), I was doing numbers
We don't fantasize 'bout shit, we just keep it coming (Keep 'em coming)
Ride my bike to my barbershop, had a quick lunch (Good job)
Stop by Reno's, know that champagne came in clutch (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Performance texture linen on the couch, I've been going up (Swear)
I ain't sat still in four months, I've been getting bucks (Getting bucks)
People never really happy for you, they just want something (Want something)
Had to gas up the Grand Nash', the Grand Nash' (Keep going Larry)

[Larry June]
Rogers, what's happenin'? (Rogers, what's happenin'?)
Houston to the Bay (Houston to the Bay)
Numbers (Numbers)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
(Good day)
Uh

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