GRIP

(álbum: PROBOSCIDEA - 2020)

Slept on cots and couches, cell blocks and houses
Of close friends, back hurt cause all of their furniture broken
You throw a little something towards the rent to help em
But it's clear you done overstayed your welcome
Niggas seldom escape the hell that held em
And get back to the place they fell from
Well um, me, I came back harder than ever
I'm too cold for your little cardigan sweater
I'm so sharp leave a nigga artery severed
A part of me raps a part of me I'm partially tethered
Told two we gotta finish what we started together
So until they lock the caskets, drop nothing but classics
Pop one of you bastards, flop and then stress the king
I'm sitting in the throne eating lemon peppered wings
All these rappers are trash just quit asking me about 'em
You done covered for a coaster and I'm ashing on your album
They been killing niggas off I ain't asking how come
I'm at the window with the stick like Malcolm
Your favorite rapper signing deals getting shelfed
Allow me to reintroduce myself my name is
G-R-I-P, yea

Why niggas don't buy land when they touch bread
Instead they go get them an apartment and buckhead
Cop a charger, a camaro, and some new apparel
Can't see the bigger picture cause they view is narrow
Kinda like staring down the shooters barrel
That cash talk got his last thoughts splattered on asphalt
Niggas is trash please don't let em gas y'all
I'm still in my bag from last fall
And y'all don't wanna see poppa with a brand new bag
I fuck around and take everything you have
I get being trendy but I can't do fads
Y'all was crafting an image while I ran through pads
I know for a fact you not as tough as you look
You was shuffling books when I was fucking with crooks
I weigh in on these beats and and the scales get tipped
Somebody gotta do it, who else but grip (Yo)