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grip - thursday night lyrics

[verse]
they wanna see a n+gga fall off
i came too far for that, i’m too smart for that like a harvard cat
i put my heart in rap
had to stop worryin’ about where my father was at
had to father myself
now i’m in my second parenthood ’cause i’m a father myself
priorities changed, instead of prayin’ to god for wealth, i just pray for my daughters health
i mean, what more can i ask for?
meanwhile, i’m just tryna put this dough in a [?] so the flow is tabasco
still trippin’, guilt ridden every time i blow this tobacco, f+ck
’cause i know that i know better
my girl tryna knock down the walls in my heart, but i won’t let her
guess who’s still afraid of the four letters?
plus, i’m still in a gang, got a thang for thick dames
especially if thеy bow+legged
i envision thе hoes naked even with you fully clothed
mind of a man i suppose, you could still smell the grounds on my clothes
motherf+ckers know that they can never slander the flow
look down on a n+gga even if he stand on your toes
i fit right in with the pros, don’t i?
sound like a xxl freshman, i sound like the seniors, i’m destined to fill up arenas
my team is the [?] make no amount of money comin’ between us allegiance
sit together like serena and venus
or we just [?] rappers be bitin’ the sh+t that i’m jottin’
n+ggas be schemin’, b+tches be plottin’
we could be spillin’ for n+ggas that’s gone but never forgotten
mouth piece move like egyptian cotton
if i sweet talk, i might spoil a b+tch rotten
but, that there ain’t even my m.o
we just tryna blow like bin laden
no more bench ridin’, i be the one to take the last shot
while you sit and watch from the sidelines like a mascot
got the game on padlock, do it for the have+nots
from the home of the rap talk
can’t forget about the [?] bounce
every [?] is a n+gga tryna sell you a ounce (ayy, boy, i got that [?], boy)
uh, or a dub or a dime
get they [?] hit the club just to shine
with the bad hoes and the thugs intertwined
i got ice in my heart, i got love on my mind
i’m just too mad conflicted, i fit in with the misfits
i used to just kick sh+t with the homies in the hood
now we all on the rise like [?] (now we all on the rise like [?])
and f+ck a handout, i just get to where i’m goin’ on my own like a stick shift
f+ck a handout, i just get to where i’m goin’ on my own
still the same n+gga from the zone, i’m a zone+6 sh+t

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