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Lyrics
“Whispers On Ennis Ave,” Written by Daryl Splitt
Performed by The Gring, Produced by Daryl Splitt

Cruisin’ down Ennis with the tunes down low,
Mask on, heart cold, movin’ like a shadow.
Heard they stackin’ bricks at the end of the road,
So I kick in the door, let the bankroll grow.

No love in the game, just snakes in the grass,
They poison the streets, now I’m comin’ for the stash.
Duffle in the boot, silence in the dash,
Every stop another lick, movin’ quick with the cash.

Ridin’ down Ennis, huntin’ for the fiends,
This is the Jackboys anthem, livin’ out the dreams.
Flip it all clean, stack it for the team,
Turn the dirt to gold, I’m the money machine.

Slide past council ave, windows tinted dark,
Scope another runner posted up in the park.
He flashin’ too much, gold teeth, loud talk 
I pull up in silent, leave him sleeping on the walk.

Ain’t no mercy when you poisonin’ the block,
You floodin’ rocko n kwinny with the devil in a rock.
I ain’t no savior, but I’m clearin’ the rot,
Turnin’ shit cunts’ riches into land and stock.

Ridin’ down Ennis, huntin’ for the fiends,
It’s the Jackboys anthem, livin’ out the dream.
Flip it all clean, stack it for the team,
Turn the dirt to gold, I’m the money machine.

Now I’m rollin’ through rocko, our boots feelin’ blessed,
Chicks peppering our phones’, but there’s no time to rest.
Word is, the kingpin sittin’ with the best 
Ten chains on, but I aim for the chest.

Kick the gate down, like it’s part of the plan,
Told his boys freeze now I’m countin’ rubber bands.
Ain’t no heroes here, just a hustler with hands,
Flippin’ poison profits into a clean demand.

Last stop, Waikiki, moon sittin’ still,
Money stackin’ tall, but I’m done with the thrill.
Buried the mask near the edge of settlers hill,
Tossed the Glock in walley creek, let it drown in the chill.

Chuck the book I wrote the code in blood,
Street laws broken, now I’m risin’ above.
Took the pain, the game, flipped it into some love,
Now it’s contracts and stocks, not the hands in the glove.

A ghost in the rearview, name in the wind,
Never caught, never caged, never payin’ for sins.
Just a myth on Ennis, where the wild begins 
The one who robbed the robbers, now the real life wins.

You ain’t gotta run forever
But when you do it right they remember your footsteps long after the wheels stop.
I ain’t just stacked paper
I rewrote the story.
Flipped the streets into silence,
and walked off clean.
Name’s off the grid now
But Ennis ave still whispers.

Whispers On Ennis The Gring Official

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