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letra de bregma freestyle - grip

[verse 1]
you n-gg-s might be aight but i’m more goody
this hip hop sh-t is a sport to me
i’m bill belichick in a porch hoodie
p-ss me the torch, i’m a contortionist
the way i maneuvered into this game
they ain’t even opened the door for me
n-gg-s tough talking, i scorch bullies
literally, f-ck a metaphor
a blind man can see that my team is ahead of yours
so i ain’t gotta check the score
they diggin grip like tu do crates at the record store
i’m either heath ledger or brandon lee
see i can catch a bullet randomly
or od on medication and never become the legend i plan to be
it’s a very thin line between g*nius and insanity
i walk the tight rope
shall i fall? i hope to end it all on the right note
for this sh-t that i write bro
i get a check and i don’t mean spell checking for typos
this ain’t a essay
i paid the cost to be the jefe
more work and less play
and now a n-gg- polished
funny since they kicked me outta college
i been kicking knowledge
far from consciousness
just a n-gg- with a guilty conscience
part of my mental was built on nonsense
so i be with the f-ck sh-t
that’s why at every function while all you n-gg-s jumping
i’m in this b-tch with my back against the wall
and a strap in my draws for n-gg-s yapping they jaws
shorty grabbed me by my hand and said i never dance
then asked if i’m nervous
i just don’t want this sh-t to fall and pop myself
like a plaxico burress
your flow compared to mine is like match to a furnace
so i pay more in taxes than what you actually earning
factual learning
i’m the captain of this ship
‘fore i ride a n-gg- wave, i’ll capsize this b-tch
and yo’ -ss might get drenched
looking baptized and sh-t
but ain’t no pastor, just a black guy with a stick
get jacked ridin’ in the six
candy paint, got ’em looking like a sweet lick
to a broke n-gg- that’s a cheap fix
man is a maze to compete with
40 calibre, it’ll end your calendar
challengers lining up for your challengers or camero
get robbed for your dinero
you better play scarecrow
i hollow tips outta that barrel
ripping through apparel
i keep it real thorough
let you n-gg-s play will ferrel
i’m a wheel barrow
push through the ills and perils to see if the gr-ss is greener
n-gg-s still gotta stash the nina
me and tig p-ssing weed and mashin’ through pasadena
off the liq
i’m surprised we ain’t crashed the bimmer
pardon my brash demeanour
the freshman that’ll outcl-ss a cl-ss of seniors
and still ain’t even am-ssed his g*nius
wear a smile just to mask the demons
stray gang to the casket
and never let the cash between us, uh

- grip

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