Griselda
Loganberry
[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Excuse me for my impeccable-ness

[Chorus]
I'm not sayin' that you not nice—I'm just nicer
I'm not sayin' that you not nice—I'm just nicer
I'm not sayin' that you not nice—I'm just nicer

[Verse]
Talkin' a lot, I keep pork in the pot
Fiend hit my shit; the n***a' jaw got locked
Straight drought got me hot, bitches sayin' I'm cuter
You in the town cold as fuck, I'm in Miami on scooters
Blow the Ruger'll do ya, started off as a shooter
Told my youngin he cool, that n***a told me I'm booler
Pistol whip your medulla, the n***a claimin' he sewer
Now he claimin' the belt, I think the n***a need help
AK off the shelf, shells makin' him melt
Slept on the top bunk, you don't know how that felt
Slept on the bottom bunk, I was runnin' the dorm
I came home and got work, shit was back to the norm'
Let's get it on

[Chorus]
I'm not sayin' that you not nice—I'm just nicer
I'm not sayin' that you not nice—I'm just nicer