Club Remix: “Blunt Drop (Grace Level)” – SD, JTimb ,PWill

They said you slipped… They said you tripped… Blame the smoke… We flip the script, hey! Snoop flow, JT bounce, Pharrell hook — let’s go! [Verse 1] Matityahu dropped his blunt today, laid back (uh) Whole world flipped a little slip into a tidal wave attack Paper crowns tremblin’ when they heard the name, dawg Tried to write him out the book, called him walkin’ shame, nah They scream “marijuana” like it’s murder in the air While they sippin’ quiet poison, actin’ like they care Could’ve had a prophet glowin’ center stage, fo’ real Instead they built a prison out of gossip and the hate they feel [Pre-Chorus] Lights low… bass hittin’ nice and slow… Feel that judgment fade, baby, watch the whole room glow… [Pharrell Hook] Hey! Hey! Hey! Dropped the blunt today! Hey! Hey! Hey! Grace won’t go away! Level! Level! Level! Higher than they say! Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! But the spirit never fades! (Hey! Hey!) [Chorus] Dropped his blunt today (yeah) That’s all they say (fo’ real) While they lockin’ my people up and look the other way Truth on your tongue, had ‘em shook, straight afraid Buried you alive in they holy charade My brothers, my sisters still in chains, man They polish titles, wash hands, play innocent, damn You will never touch this grace I claimed Never reach this level of grace, baby (Level of grace… level of grace… hey!) (Pharrell layered) [Drop] Level of grace! (Pharrell “Hey!” stabs) Never reach this level of grace! Drop it, drop it — blunt drop, bring the heat! Grace! Grace! Grace! (claps + G-funk whistle) [Verse 2] Israel couldn’t lie on you so they cut you out cold Blamed the green on your fingers, not the greed in they soul Called you sinner so the rest could stay dressed in white Signed scars on our wrists talkin’ ‘bout keepin’ us right I been lower than the floor of your darkest jail cell, fo’ sho Knee-deep in my own dirt, still rose up and stole the show None of y’all walked through the storm I been strollin’ through But I’m dancin’ in this light that was meant for you too [Pre-Chorus] Lights low… bass knockin’ in your chest… Turn that shame to fire, baby, let the whole club flex… [Pharrell Hook] Hey! Hey! Hey! Dropped the blunt today! Hey! Hey! Hey! Grace won’t go away! Level! Level! Level! Higher than they say! Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! But the spirit never fades! (Hey! Hey!) [Chorus] (Full blend) Dropped his blunt today (yeah) That’s all they say (fo’ real) While they lockin’ my people up and look the other way Truth on your tongue, had ‘em shook, straight afraid Buried you alive in they holy charade My brothers, my sisters still in chains, man They polish titles, wash hands, play innocent, damn You will never touch this grace I claimed Never reach this level of grace, baby [Bridge / Breakdown] (JT sexy talk + Pharrell vocal layers) Blast that shame — turn it into flame, yeah If I’m the worst you ever seen, why I walk out clean? (hey!) Blast that fear — let ‘em hear the name If you so holy, why you shakin’ at a man with a match and a little mistake? Easy… real easy, baby… (Pharrell “woo!”) [Final Build] (Pharrell energy explosion) Hey! Hey! Hey! Shake it! Whole club goin’ crazy! Come on! [Final Chorus / Big Drop] (All three styles maxed) Dropped his blunt today Turned the pain to bass, now the whole crowd sway My brothers, my sisters break them chains, fo’ real We dancin’ in the light they tried to steal You will never touch this grace I claimed NEVER reach this level of grace! (Hey! Hey! Level! Level!) [Outro] (Snoop chill + fading Pharrell/JT harmonies) Level of grace… level of grace… Blunt drop… but the spirit never drop, nah… Hey… hey… yeah… We ridin’ high, baby… © Jay J Brike 2026. All Rights Reserved. This work, and remix including but not limited to lyrics, musical composition, arrangement, vocal delivery, production design, and AI-assisted prompt engineering, is the exclusive intellectual property of Jay J Brike (Jason Gaxiola).