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letra de intro - grip

[intro]
uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, look

[verse]
n-ggas scary, got ’em parryin’
gripper, man, this sh-t ain’t really fair, you took it there again
heavy is the crown, sh-t i’m wearing it with arrogance
you say i remind you of who? the comparison’s embarassin’
i’m–, look, i done seen n-ggas come up, i done seen ’em plummet
i done seen n-ggas catch a bullet ‘fore they reach the summit
seen rappers claim they from that zone
and n-ggas from that hood sayin’ they can’t come back home
and if you do, yo chain, yo watch, n-gga run that, homes
oh well, he should’ve never left his gun at home
that’s why no matter a n-gga whereabouts, that .30 on me
n-ggas round my way, can’t wait to air you out like dirty laundry
they did my n-gga, sm00vе so queasy, that sh-t hurt, it haunts me
i’m screamin’, “free my cousin, yam,” d-mn, word to auntiе
i remember days we were broke as f-ck
and posted up in them extended stays
rock one pair of jeans so many times, i made the denim fade
started putting pen to page, takin’ chances for some winnin’ plays
lord, forgive me for my sinnin’ ways
in the bars, mma, they got em amazed
shady records, b-tch, i’m rollin’ with the renegades
still gon’ mix the henny with the lemonade
n-ggas still afraid, n-ggas been afraid
and i’m still posted on columbia, totin’ sh-t to tumble ya
i told ya, it’s the jungle, huh, still
feel like i got everythin’ to prove and they still
feel a way they never see me lose, n-gga, still
spit for n-ggas huggin’ the block, n-gga, still
still don’t got no love for a opp’, n-gga, still
feel like i got everything to prove, n-gga, still
feel a way they never see me lose, n-gga, still
spit for n-ggas huggin’ the block, n-gga, still
still don’t got no love for a opp’
i got hoes from my past that wanna be seen
snakes slitherin’ in high grass, they runnin’ the scheme
i ain’t let nothin’ bypass or come in between
and now it’s lookin’ thigh pads is under the jeans, jeez
hah, these n-ggas my son and that ain’t a term of endearment
n-ggas threw dirt at me, i still grew vertically
i know it hurt ’em to hear it
f-ck all the courtesy, i need a thirty piece or it ain’t worth an appearance
the hoes that was curvin’ me hit me up urgently ’cause of the german i’m steerin’
i made my passion my purpose, these n-ggas cap in they verses
buddy ain’t ’bout that sh-t and he nervous
idft was just scratchin’ the surface
sh-t a classic, but rap ain’t deserved it
got my feet planted flat on the pavement
still that n-gga that rapped in the bas-m-nt
guess i gotta go back to the basics

- grip

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