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grip - let em know lyrics

[intro: (?)]
[?]

[verse]
uh, look
i’ve done things most n+ggas’ll never do
i’ve seen things most n+ggas’ll never see
i’ve gone places most n+ggas’ll never go
nah, i ain’t braggin’ i just gotta let ’em know
so when you talk to a n+gga better treat him as such
i always stood on my own two, i never needed a crutch
i’m kd in the clutch ‘cause if i let that b+tch fly you immediately touch
mwah, kisses, goodbye
i kick sh+t with misfits, hit chicks, and slide
sl!ck sick like i slit my wrist and died
i give off a piston vibe, i’m a bad boy i’ll give you blues brotha’, you dan aykroyd
rappers is fibbin’, no pass turnin’ to tabloids
kids turn into k!llers don’t believe that noise
when did rap bеcome wrestling? so now you gotta act since [?]
thеm fools will get clapped in the west inn
lil’ n+ggas twistin’ their fingers, literally pointin’ a handgun, never lifted a banger
but let their raps tell n+ggas their gangsta
me? i’m just a thug with a [?] and a pager
i’m tryna put some gold in your memory bank
i been told em, n+ggas can’t hold em
sh+t i spit so potent like i’m spittin’ from a podium
dudes is salty, he’s up off the sodium
gassin’ trash rappers they eat up y’all petroleum
think they bulletproof til somebody put a hole in em
and i’m just holdin’ my scr+t+m over soul chops
yeah it’s grip, chip off the old block
tote glocks that’ll rip off ya whole top
and if we put the guns away you gettin’ cold cots
servin’ up cold cuts like a sandwich shop
jam n pop with the [?]
know a lot of n+ggas wishin’ the man had flopped but nah, he stand’ tall and demand his props
new n+gga, that get compared to greats
but i’m the only one that gotta bear this weight
so if you wanna lend a hand, you should share this tape
how i try to do the gang you’ll swear its rape
gotta milk this sh+t for what it’s worth, get the b+tter first
they gon’ have to cut a check ‘fore i cut a verse
i be d+mned if i got this far to struggle worse
n+gga, i’m tryna put some m’s in my mother’s purse
been goin’ in like a knocked knee
that’s why in my city i’m top 3
i mean who else if not me

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