Places ft. OG DAYV Lyrics

By the graces, you won't confine my spaces

I'm winning races now and I don't even check my laces

I'm not real good with names but I'm really good with faces

So you won't be on the guestlist when I step into these places

I just got back from the road

They see the end result now all they do is blow up my phone

During the lows, a graveyard, all I'd see was some ghosts

So fasho with my flow, you know I'm bout to unload

Yeah I'm flattered but like Urkel only family matters

You gotta issue with that then ima channel my Marshall Matthers

I'll verbally batter ya till your brains squash and splatter

Then I listen to them chatter while I stack up my platter

How could one so cerebral, come off blatantly lethal

Let me paint you a picture then I burn down the easel

You done ran outta gas and I'm still runnin on diesel

Jumped over your peak my name Evil Knievel

Out here winning chess, you barely playin checkers

You're focused on your header, I'm still grindin for this cheddar

I fried the wings you fly with someone get the lemon pepper

Warned you I was ice cold, you should go and get your sweater

So act your age, you see me winning you rage

Could have been on the home team, never were on the same page

I'll road run again when masks off Nicolas cage

And you will be nowhere around when I step up on this stage

By the graces, you won't confine my spaces

I'm winning races now and I don't even check my laces

I'm not real good with names but I'm really good with faces

So you won't be on the guestlist when I step into these places

Woke up VIP I mean

It's been twenty years of grinding gears

I up the RPM's, holy shit it's him

Protect yo neck

What's the odds?

Place your bets

Tell me when you lost your faith

Tell me what's the price you pay?

Splashing holy water, tiptoeing like a criminal

Direct deposit come in precious stones and great materials

God speaking to me, close my eyes I'm feeling spiritual

Careful with my calculations, it's going to have me concentrating

Counting green, they turning green, we can't have that

So obscene, keep my circle clean I'm hella proud of that

Backstage cheefing with the squad, I need a pound of that

Through the smoke, my field of vision hazy

But I'm crazy like a fox, fuck the keys we'll pick the locks

We belong inside the spot

Paid dues, count the streams and the views

All I know is win so my team will never lose

By the graces, you won't confine my spaces

I'm winning races now and I don't even check my laces

I'm not real good with names but I'm really good with faces

So you won't be on the guestlist when I step into these places