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letra de a soldier's story? - grip

my hunger to be regarded as the best is what’s starving me to death
partially depressed and harboring regrets
targeting success bartering bars bargaining for checks
becoming a star seems startling so i’m vexed
nonetheless, here i am though

like they shoved a rifle in my hands n threw me in some camo
and told me to go be rambo
just cuz you got a soul don’t make you a soldier
every shoulder ain’t equipped to handle the weight of a boulder
used to couldn’t wait to get older
over 30 now n jealous of benjamin b-tton all of a sudden
reversin roles to live in reverse feels like more of a gift than a curse
joggin your memory revisiting birth
and truly get a sense of what life is literally worth
i suppose what i write is like a zeitgeist for life’s highs and lows
from nightlights and tyke bikes to oversized girbauds
to the everyday fight through the plight n providing flows
that speak on it these sonnets steeped in
ebonics be bonnets how yaw sleep on it i count up likes n read comments
some sh-t cut deep some bring comic (relief)
social medias unfamiliar land i recon it
obtain the info and what i gained was plain n simple
watch wat u feed the soul cuz the eye remains the window
march to the best of your own drum don’t let em change the tempo
i came in this game wit nickels
pockets in a major pickle den made it triple
was contemplating aiming pistols or slangin crystal
or crack, or matter fact any pack long as it brought plenty back
baby boi ain’t conform just forged a formula den milked it
similac the raps is similar to cinemax
who said they could hold a candle to grip over wax, relax
i’m from the class of hova and 3stacks, pac, nas, big and slim shady
been wavy way before 1080
havin nervous breakdowns like i know the pen crazy
but how i’m supposed posed to make then think think think think
i hit up tigg bout management that’s my man’s n sh-t
i feel if anybody was equipped for the task he could handle it
besides the fact this n-gga cool
he one of the only dudes i know that actually finished school (d-mn)
and to me that mean he finish what he start
so just stay down my n-gga n we gon see plenty from this art i hit up tu let’s cook from scratch you got the beats i got the raps
first sh-t we made was culdesac a classic track right off the bat
porch came shortly after that hardly any records scr-pped
they knew that was a problem dropped snub it was a wrap
was supposed to hit the road wit brent like 30 cities on the map
den dat f-ckin’ rona hit lost out on 30 racks
but many people lost their lives so how the f-k could i complain
feel like we movin from outside but i feel stuck inside my brain
is this really what i want? am i still in love wit dis game?
tigg called like n-gga, eminem just said your sh-t was flames
then me and em hopped on a call and it all seemed fitting
just a couple days from quittin
and the rest is unwritten

- grip

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