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grip – tek lyrics

[verse 1: grip]
uh, and so it goes
was rockin’ stolen clothes back when ludacris was throwin’ bows
d-ckies and girbauds at the corner store on panola road
livin’ fast and dyin’ young, n0body growin’ old
unspoken but understood like morse code
you sellin’ dope ’cause your mama crib got [?]
and maybe add a few pairs of kicks to your wardrobe
you sick of livin’ average, lord knows
this sh-t done switched you to a savage, lord knows
you down to split a n-gga cabbage, lord knows
you at the club, tryna hop on some hoes and some random n-gga done just stepped on your toes
if you was by yourself, you’d let it slide but since you with your bros, you stomped that n-gga out and bloodied up his clothes
but here’s some sh-t n0body knows
he sittin’ in his car with a fully loaded tec, he gon’ wet up the parking lot as soon as that b-tch close

[beat switch]

[verse 2: grip]
yeah, hoe, uh, uh
eastside is spaghetti junction, n-gga pullin’ up to the function
four deep and the speakers be thumpin’, pop the trunk and n-ggas be dumpin’
if you get caught slippin’, you slumpin’ and we came from nothing to something
we was selling midget and bunkin’ back when all of you n-ggas was crumpin’
can i get a witness, please?
we came from the mud, we never had gifts put under the christmas trees
so then me and my n-ggas thought of a way that we could really get the cheese
now i’m on top of these words, parenthesis
don’t go against the beast if you plan on keepin’ your limbs and knees
i pray for my enemies, when i pull up, i’m bringing the sh-t like an enema
[?] but worst come to worst, we shootin’ like cinema
i grew up with criminals, [?], subliminals
[?]
i never did it for fame, me and my n-ggas are one and the same
make you a little bit of change, everybody wanna say you changed
i never did it for chains, i did it so me and my n-ggas can gain
never stop spittin’ these flames, nuh uh, never stop spittin’ these flames

[chorus: grip]
sweat, tears, blood, got up out of that mud
[?], they ain’t know who i was
back when a n-gga was stressin’ that they never checked for me
nowadays, n-ggas be checking that i got a check for me
my ex, she flexed on me but now she wanna be next to me
wishin’ the best for me, these n-ggas want in on the recipe
angel protecting me but i keep a tec on me
angel protecting me but i keep a tec on me

[verse 3: armani white]
i got the [?] off half of the price these n-ggas was talkin’
[?]
f-ck y’all n-ggas keep looking at? f-ck i’m getting mistook as?
twenty shots up in the parking lot, f-ck y’all n-ggas keep shooting at?
[?] at n-ggas but f-ck y’all want me to do with that?
they got caught at the library, bought a [?], they booked his -ss
but i pray that you find me, [?]
[?]
i pray that you clock me, any n-gga that’s watching, i’m taking his timepiece
and pray for my [?], [?]

- grip lyrics

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