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letra de cook up - grip

[intro]
yeah, uh, sh-t, look

[verse]
i just need the weed to cook up
n-ggas physique’s too weak to compete with the elite, do some pushups
still can’t spar with the god, try your hardest to bop
y’all subpar bar for bar, i hardy har har at your squad
i hardly spark [?], which is odd
y’all need weed to reach my sober thoughts
if i chief the sheesh, you need a [?]
so distraught, f-ck about all the shoes and clothes you bought
hold your thought, how many hoes you caught?
i ain’t take heat unless it’s the oldies [?]
underperform and over-talk, how you gon’ throw the sot at a seasoned vet?
rich emcees is next, step up and try they best to cease the threat
hmm, my old b-tch tryin’ reconnеct
i’m way too busy to read your text
rap n-ggas sayin’ we need to work
i’m too wеll versed to sell you a verse
grew up too tough to believe these acts
they all puppets with strings attached
feel like anyone with a mic can get a check
i came to collect on it, b-tch, you know the name
put some respect on it, g-r-i-p
came in this game with a pen and a pad and the sins from my past to repent in the form of these [?]
for the last of these hymns that i had, wait, somethin’ else–
oh, yeah, [?] to the bag, promised myself that a limb wouldn’t drag
and now it’s lookin’ real grim for you, dad
boys ain’t f-ckin’ with him in the lab
why n-ggas even attempt to collab?
paint the sistine with sixteen bars, with thirty-two, i’m magic
my first forty-eight will do you tragic, with sixty-four, it’s caskets
my ass is takin’ it too far, i’m 2pac in a 2022 car
i’m anti, don’t wanna know who none of you are
i can’t lie, my stomach rumblin’ for the new stars
i’m tyson, i’m mike on the mic if we do spar
i’m just warmin’ up, this is heat rock
the air appearin’ in a pair of pyer moss reebok
might bust down the [?] shop
since broke boys buyin’ rollies of depop
i don’t sip from the teapot, i don’t drink well, i don’t do cheap shots
if there’s a problem, i don’t stress it
real n-gga, i’m [?], so i address it
god did it first, i’m second, crafted this in six days
on the seventh, i rested
soon come old wraps on the boy
’till then, sit back, relax, and enjoy

- grip

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