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grip - placebo lyrics

[verse 1: grip]
got a verbal machine gun, you never seen one
vocab throw jabs, you thought a bee stung
you thought your sh+t was heat, huh
the f+ck you get that beat from? go get a refund
you gotta reload, infinite clips like i got the cheat code
spitting a brick like i copped from chico
you wasn’t in the mix you watched thru peephole
staring out the window witnessing living at a quicker tempo
but ain’t no reset this not nintendo, our life was preset
dark is a defect you got the remote
you take your seat yet? you get to see death all over c notes
i ain’t no preacher, don’t be callin’ me woke, just ain’t been sleep yet
this ain’t for v necks go get your peacoat i see your feet cold
just take a deep breath and watch me heat check
all of your heroes they didn’t heal you, that’s just placebo
i’m just a nappy headed negro aka reject
my alter ego get all the respect but if you see bro
off in the streets bet your ass would relapse
if you ain’t know that he raps
like f+ck the verses, you’ll clutch your purses
my stream of income through a streaming service
if you don’t listen they gon’ deem me worthless
so need every purchase, that’s why i’m steady work in
my heady person, go thru dry spells but this sh+t feel like a levy bursting
open the floodgates they knew i was special after that snub tape
just thought l’d touch base this is the update
[verse 2: royce da 5’9″]
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[verse 3: royce da 5’9″]
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[verse 4: grip]
i’m black so i got a target on my back
(n+gga where you at?)
atlanta georgia where i started on the map
was bargaining fa scr+ps
they lethargic barging in fa racks
the margin is startling, this who you thought raps
what’s the argument? really ain’t no guarding him fact
i step back, let it fly i’m james harden wit the strap
might just travel with it, to get a shot off in the clutch
we both paid to be the boss but it ain’t cost you as much
and even bosses get touched, so keep your head on a swivel
and pray you end up at the top n not dead and middle
out of towners pull up with diamonds and they bezel and dentals
think sh+t sweet ’till lil n+ggas pump lead in ya rental
got em ducking shots, the juggernaut to stuff you in a f+ckin’ box
i just checked the mud on top you dug the plot
i tuck the glock from which the slugs was popped
that struck the ops who thought this
sh+t was b+tterscotch i’m finna crank this up a notch

- grip lyrics

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