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letra de grip freestyle | matty ice show - grip

[verse]
n-ggas dug him a grave, they left him for dead
i could’ve accepted it, i resurrected instead
the pessimist, weaponless, strong-arm your necklace and flair
i was gettin’ seconds of bread while you slept in the bed
one cap in the head so i don’t gotta c-ck my sh-t
you never know, will you make out or let off a shot right quick?
get in the glock, sight, cl!ck, your top might split
now all the homies like, “d-mn, dawg, not like this”
we keep them pipes out ’cause n-ggas psyched out in thе six
a chandelier on my neck, a lighthousе on my wrist
i might trap with the hits, i might douse them in p-ss
who say he was on fire? y’all sleepin’ on sire
creepin’ with creatures that never cease to seek what we desire
deag’ is peekin’, that ain’t reachin’, he just preachin’ to the choir
grip got the game in a grip like tweezers, pliers
holy sh-t, the stick just swiss-chesses the tire
i’m the reason og’s could be at ease and retire
studied emcees, i bought y’all cds, i was inspired
y’all planted the seed, i was scheemin’ for seasons [?]
worshipped the beats y’all rapped on, now he’s the messiah
don’t believe that big sh-t n-ggas pop and they rob
get knocked for a crime, switch up like optimus prime, end up droppin’ a dime
guap on my mind and a glock with a option to put opps in a bond
[?] pr-nouncin’ your death at approximate times
they clockin’ ’em, [?] the steps, he just watchin’ ’em climb
deposited ounces of sweat, put my top on the line
i spit potent, hop on the mic and leave this b-tch smokin’
got a foot in the door, now i’m finna kick this b-tch open
they wanna diss, they at the bottom of the list, smokin’
they wanna diss, they at the bottom at the list, hopin’
the blowback from spillin’ shots at grip’ll leave your wrist broken

- grip

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