Lone Wolf Hysteria Video (MV)

G-R-E-Y (you did good, $lick)
G-R-E-Y (it's a smash)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)

Your favorite artist's biggest song's the one that f*ckin' feature us
Us as in me and $crim, the one that make your speakers bust (Grey, Grey, Grey)
The ones who make the reaper blush
I feel like Jesus Christ the way my sneakers rust (oh)
Nose bleedin' like I been snortin' bleacher dust (uh)
Now I've got the scent of blood (uh), now I know the hustle (uh)
First you gotta find it but it'll stick around until the drugs gone
It's always money over bitches, cashin' out from these love songs
They always want a handout so I make sure I got my gloves on (uh)
Paper, sweat and blood, dropped a few tears along the way (along the way)
People come and go but I ride for the ones that long to stay (that long to stay)
From dusk 'til dawn, I hide the neek, from dawn to dusk, I'll find a way
To leave my f*ckin' mark on this world, they'll trace the mark on Grey

Dollars on my mind like I can't afford to think
Talkin' to myself like I can't afford a shrink
Never thought that I could love 'til I sipped on the dra-a-a-ank, okay
Let me collect myself, smoke leakin' out the Ghost like it came from Hell
Yeah, ugly but I ball like I'm Tony Snell (North)
If you bendin' over bitches then I bid farewell, huh, yeah, bye
You know that shawty want a thug (yeah), I just want the drugs (yeah)
Surrounded by these hoes, prayin' for 'em in the club (Lord, help these bitches)
Show me where the love and I show you where it ain't
Just some bugs on my grill, steady f*ckin' up my paint (Grey, Grey, Grey)

G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)
G-R-E-Y (Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock wit-Glock-)