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grip - he is ... i am lyrics

[part 1: he is]

[intro]
uh, yeah, uh

[verse 1]
always there when i’m under pressure
very similar to the one that’s hidden inside my uncle’s dresser
his was chrome, so it glistened
you dressed in all black, so your cover never get blown on the missions
them purposes, the first time i touched your trigger that sh-t triggered a nervousness
growing up in my hood, you was the ’cause of so many funeral services
another thug k!lled, amidst a drug deal, it only led to more blood spilled
see, i understand your mechanics, so i never take for granted how you manage to do damage
randomly landed in the hands of a few loose cannons
back when i was watching goof troops and eating fruit loops
you sprayed at your target but the strays ricocheted and struck a kid that used to shoot hoops
and as a kid myself, that was hard to digest, like will i die next
causalities of war, i guess, sorry i digress
you protected me from the [?] early mornings at mom-and-pops corner spots
n-ggas thought sh-t was sweet ’til i let off the warning shots
had a gold chain and wore a watch, it ain’t even tell the time no more but it was shinin’ though
i kept you in my [?] or underneath my seat when i was driving or under pillows for all them nights i found a [?]
’cause sh-t, i figure, you never know if that b-tch got a n-gga or an ex that gotta ask you for a key when he stay with her

[part 2: i am]

[chorus]
my snubnose a rebel, you hear that b-tch echo from ghetto to ghetto to ghetto
from ghetto to ghetto, my n-gga my snubnose a rebel, you hear that b-tch echo
my snubnose a rebel, you hear that b-tch echo from ghetto to ghetto to ghetto

[verse 2]
lil’ n-gga but i pack a big punch, yeah, uh huh, six of ’em
i know you heard of tre five seven, yeah, n-gga, that my big cousin
me, myself, i go by tre eight, keep me on your waist, you gon’ stay straight
if you pull me out in a crowded place, i bet all the f-ck n-ggas make way
where i come from, well i can’t say, my serial number five down
it’s been like that for a while now, wear and tear show you i got [?]
grip shoot ’em right between the eyebrows
i keep the sh-lls and sh-t, playin’ it off like it’s self defense
he had a weapon, uh, so [?] sent his -ss to heaven
look, or maybe h-ll, don’t no angels dwell in the atl
if you ain’t for 12, then you go straight to jail and your baby mama ain’t gonna pay the bill and your moms can barely even pay a bill
you should bail this n-gga, [?]
show these motherf-ckers that you’re real, i mean, everyone packin’ still but show these n-ggas that you ain’t scared to k!ll
my [?], he took my advice, a n-gga try to pay the highest price
now my n-gga doing 25 to life ’cause he [?], at least he got respect and power, now lets go get ours
gotta show these n-ggas we ain’t fake even if it mean i end up in a lake

[chorus]
from ghetto to ghetto, my n-gga my snubnose a rebel, you hear that b-tch echo
my snubnose a rebel, you hear that b-tch echo from ghetto to ghetto to ghetto

[outro]
aye, y’all n-ggas wanna see where my uncle keep his gun?

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