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grip grand - suckers lyrics

verse 1:
man, they got my head all busted
tried to tell me i was unproductive
doin’ all these songs that they don’t wanna f-ck with
sh-t from the heart, but they don’t wanna touch it
and they said art’s really not in the budget
tried to get smart, but they wanted that dumb sh-t
not the same concept they wanted to run with
you know who i am? yo, you must have the wrong grip
cut all the long skits, you ain’t de la
a crossover hit? sorry, you ain’t hey ya
you need a get a new style or they won’t play ‘ya
but what style, exactly, they won’t say-a
now they got me f-cked, not trustin’ my instinct
i just try to bubble like soap in a dish-sink
distinct feeling i’m being misunderstood
it’s all good?
yo, that’s not what grip thinks

chorus:
you take a good thing and you ruin it
come to my hood, don’t think of doin’ it
i don’t know who you think you’re foolin’ with
to all the suckers, i love you anyway
you’re the best at bein’ the worst, you know
your disease is irreversible
oh, please don’t take it personal
to all the suckers, i love you anyway

verse 2:
d-mn, they tryin’ to change the name, man
a whole new direction, change the game plan
switch it all around so it’s not the same and
the people still front ‘cuz it’s not a name brand
yo, they tried to k!ll me, i seen the hangman
but i’m dumb smart, so they call me rain man
wait — if i’m smart, why’d i give away all of my songs for a song? i’m not as smart as i say, d-mn
so while you look cool in your ray-bans
i’m still in broakland where i’m coolin’ like a fan
i’m cool with my eight fans
i’m on my way up
i stay up like the tray table is when the plane lands
we make jams for the layman
the everyday person who can’t stand the b.s., and p.s
rec-league, and i know we’re fresh
yo, it ain’t no contest

chorus

bridge:
d-mn…
and i don’t need a love like that
‘cuz they told me they love my track
and they want me to call right back
all i got was a dial tone
man…
but the hate only made me stronger
why you think that i make these songs for?
i remember the days that you long for
when hip-hop was a cultural milestone…

yo, i had a dream last night, it was crazy
industry rule number four thousand and eighty
these labels all hate me
my girl had to shake me to wake me
i screamed out “don’t let ’em take me!”

chorus

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