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grip - open arms lyrics

[verse 1: grip]
what up, cuzzo? it been a minute since we touched base
i hope this verse find you in a rough place, give me some updates
the family ain’t been the same since granny p-ssed
so busy tryna handle tasks, life p-ssed, quick as a camera flash
like i ain’t seen you in a year and some change and i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t hearing some things
i often track back to better days, backpacks and letter grades
and uncle [?]’s hatchback was matte black and heather gray
you had the fade, the part and the rat tail
way before i rapped, well, enough to speak on [?]
who would’ve thought that we would play a part in these packed jails?
from crack sells, when we was just paintin’ pictures with pastels
action figures and gargoyle episodes, laying right there on grandmama floor, lord bless her soul
manifested goals, now the neck is gold
but i’d trade it all in a second, bro, for you to come back home

[chorus: grandmaster vic]
know you’re never on your own, no one wants to be alone
open arms when you come home again
lost in streets, we used to roam
it hit a little different when you get grown
everybody waiting on you to get home again

[verse 2: grip]
we walked a slow place but time’s getting a [?]
these are the thoughts that travel through my mind on my lowest days
where i’m from, n-ggas toting ks and throwaways
sell dope or rock, the only jobs that overpay
unless you’re an athlete or flow over trap beats
can’t get a real job ’cause n-ggas got rap sheets
slept in my backseat, i’d probably be better off if i had went and got a college degree
wish the knowledge was free but see, the problem with me, i get a couple of dollars and go on a lottery spree
obviously, we ain’t have no one to show us the ropes
but rappers told us the game, so we sold us some dope
don’t want to get off our -ss, we’d rather hold a remote
and watch them flex all they cash while we stay totally broke
and now, now, don’t get me wrong, it’s to each their own
but i just miss the days when music used to hit home

[outro]
aye, y’all n-ggas wanna see where my uncle keep his gun?
your uncle don’t have no gun
yo, what is that? yo, is that a .38?
that b-tch clean
it ain’t loaded though

- grip lyrics

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