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letra de 226 - grip

[intro: big rube]
y’all already know what it is
big rube, [?]
y’all cats wanna go in circles and do the same thing over and over
well, this the revolver
how you comin’ up when you fall for the trap?
got the dope game f-cked off, now you tryna murk rap
true success comes from work, f-ck understanding, know that
ain’t none n-ggas servin’ dubs gon’ get rich off one pack
how many sacks? how many stacks? don’t matter, this ain’t ’bout that
it’s ’bout the [?] of the spirit ’caused by the realness n-ggas lack
recidivism is the schism that’s becoming an achilles that we can’t heal
why the sounds of our blackness has turned into white noise that we can’t feel?
i’d never knowingly endorse a purchase of some sh-t that was created by those without sk!ll
life teaches this lesson
originality and talent are two things that you can’t steal
dead for real, this ain’t no game, your -ss could end up dead for real
this endless cycle of ridiculousness is what we need to k!ll
yet in still, [?]
so that same bullsh-t we been programmed with is all we have to give
revolving around the same snubnose we can’t see ’til they pull it
it’s the epitome of ignorance ’cause only a fool plays russian roulette with six bullets
gone

[verse: grip]
all black hoodie on, feelin’ like trayvon but this time i got the gun drawn
n-gga you can get sprayed on (you, you), n-gga you can get sprayed on (you, you), n-gga you can get sprayed on (you, you), n-gga you can get sprayed on (you, you), n-gga you can get sprayed on (you, you, you)
wish a n-gga would tell me to [?] my pockets
i’ma pop it, locked and loaded, i ain’t gotta c-ck it
bodies droppin’, call the cops and johnnie cochran
n-ggas bleeding, hope the doctors can stop it
bustin’ shots at all the opps, plottin’, mama screamin’
sirencing, paramedics, [?], will he make it, maybe?
seventeen, he still a baby, [?], his family prayin’
[?]

[outro: grip]
the cycle continues

- grip

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