Intro
Grip
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Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh Look Niggas scary, got 'em parrying Gripper, man, this shit ain't really fair, you took it there again Heavy is the crown, shit, I'm wearing it with arrogance You say I remind you of who? The comparisons embarrassing Look, I done seen niggas come up, I done seen them plummet I done seen niggas catch a bullet 'fore they reach the summit Seen rappers claim they from that zone And niggas from that hood saying they can't come back home And if you do your chain your watch, nigga, run that holmes Oh well, he should've never left his gun at home That's why no matter a nigga whereabouts that 30 on me Niggas 'round my way can't wait to air you out like dirty laundry They did my nigga Smoove so greasy that shit hurt, it haunts me I'm screaming, "Free my cousin Yam," damn, word to auntie I remember days we was broke as f*ck and posted up in them extended stays Rocked one pair of jeans so many times I made the denim fade Started putting pen to page taking chances for some winning plays Lord forgive me for my sinning ways And the bars MMA, they got 'em amazed Shady Records, bitch, I'm rollin' wit the renegades Still gon' mix the Henny wit' the lemonade Niggas still afraid, niggas been afraid And I'm still posted on Colombia Toting shit to tumble ya, I told you it's a jungle, huh Still feel like I got everything to prove And they still feel a way they never seen me lose, nigga Still spit for nigga huggin' the block And I still, still don't got no love for a opp, nigga Still feel like I got everything to prove, nigga And they still feel a way they never seen me lose, nigga Still spit for nigga huggin' the block, nigga And I still, still don't got no love for a opp I got hoes from my past that wanna be seen Snakes slithering in high grass, they running a scheme I ain't let nothing bypass or come in between Now it's lookin' like thigh pads is under the jeans jheeze, huh These niggas my sons and that ain't a term of endearment Niggas threw dirt on me, I still grew vertically, I know it hurt 'em to hear it F*ck all the courtesy, I need a thirty piece or it ain't worth an appearance The hoes that was curving me hit me up urgently 'cause of this German I'm steering I made my passion my purpose, these niggas cap in they verses Buddy ain't' bout that action he nervous, IDFT was just scratching the surface Shit a classic but rap ain't deserved it Got my feet planted flat on the pavement Still that nigga that rapped in the basement Guess I gotta go back to the basics
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Written by: Kyle Clow, S. Scales Jr.
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