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letra de jumpin' off/victory lap - grip

[part i: jumpin’ off]

[intro]
today guys we’re gonna be jumping off the porch and-
now i lay me down to sleep
pray the lord my soul to keep

[verse 1]
god bless
a kid that went from progress reports to two 11’s in progress
from arcades with the gold tokens
to gold grills with the fronts open, blunt smokin’
from caprisuns to forty ounces
recess we played outside ’till we heard the whistle
single file lines at the water fountains
we used to tote cap guns, and now it’s dirty pistols
see me, i rather murder instruments
the irony, the n-ggas that couldn’t read or write be the ones servin’ sentences
jump off the porch, the death of young innocence is imminent
and don’t none of us benefit off the ignorance
a young n-gga role model sold dope
so we ignore the wise words from the old folks

[chorus]
don’t walk ‘fore you crawl, don’t sh-t where you sleep
what else?
ain’t no turnin’ back, better think ‘fore you leap, n-gga!
jump off the porch, it’s me and my n-ggas
of course, i travelled the course with my n-ggas
we used to want whips and chains, but we got bigger
now the only thing on my brain is freein’ my n-ggas
and mama said bring yo’ -ss back home when you see them streetlights
this sh-t get deep, before you leap better think twice

[verse 2]
stray society, shh! i say it quietly
lil’ n-ggas marchin’ with drums, parading violently
down to let couple rounds off
the sirens sound off
n0body snitch, you get away imitatin’ a groundhog
lay low until the 12 stop lurking, my cities a circus
a wonderland for the street consumer, there’s plenty to purchase
hard, soft, weed, codeine, the percy’s, the xanie’s
daddy gone, mama out clubbin’ we raised by our grannies
fist fights, we used to shoot them once when we was lil
them days is dead and gone, now n-ggas shootin’ to k!ll
don’t pull it out unless you gon’ do it for real
aye, so you really wanna jump in that field?
where n-ggas rob, steal, deal, k!ll, all about they dolla bill
no chill, tell me how you fell, tell me how you feel

[chorus]
don’t walk ‘fore you crawl, don’t sh-t where you sleep
what else?
ain’t no turnin’ back, better think ‘fore you leap, n-gga!
jump off the porch, it’s me and my n-ggas
of course, i travelled the course with my n-ggas
we used to want whips and chains, but we got bigger
now the only thing on my brain is freein’ my n-ggas (my n-ggas)
and mama said bring yo’ -ss back home when you see them streetlights (streetlights)
this sh-t get deep, before you leap better think twice

[part ii: victory lap]

[intro]
and look at this! what a victory lap!
uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah

[chorus]
it’s be real kickin’ these raps, uh
my whole team should do a victory lap
won’t nothing do but w’s i can’t afford a l
wear my heart on my sleeves, yeah i sport it well
and this is only chapter three, i got more to tell

[bridge]
jumpin’ off the porch with this one
jumpin’ off the porch with this one
jumpin’ off the porch with this one
jumpin’ off the porch with this one
jumpin’ off the porch with this one

[verse 1]
mama tried to give me -ssistance, i ain’t listen
bad boys like pistons, end up stuck in the system
on a misson, to feed your hip-hop addiction
sonny liston, i throw jabs with the vocab, and i ain’t missin’
put my disc on, and get your diss on
’cause you’re p-ssed off that you got p-ssed on
obi wan in the rap form
tu-ahyes gave me the platform, so get a drum or something
clap for ’em, mhm, clap for ’em
a lot of n-ggas nappin’ i threw together these tracks for ’em
’bout to heat the city up, i’m just out getting back warm
it’s been real kickin’ these raps for ’em
so ’till next time here’s a victory lap for ’em

- grip

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