paroles de chanson Intro - Grip

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
Look

Nigga scary, got him parrying
Gripper, man, this shit ain't really fair, you took it there again
Heavy is the crown, shit, I'm wearing it with arrogance
You say I remind you of who? The comparisons embarrassin' 'em
Look, I done seen niggas come up, I done seen 'em plummet
I done seen niggas catch a bullet 'fore they reach the summit
Seen rappers claim they from that zone
And niggas from that hood sayin' they can't come back home
And if you do, your chain, your watch, nigga, run that, homes
Oh well, he should've never left his gun at home
That's why no matter a nigga whereabouts, that thirty on me
Nigga 'round my way can't wait to air you out like dirty laundry
They did my niggas, moved so greasy, that shit hurt, it haunts me
I'm screamin', "Free my cousin Yam," damn, word to auntie
I remember days we were broke and fuckin'
Posted up in them extended stays
Bought one pair of jeans so many times, I made the denim fade
Started puttin' pen to page, takin' chances for some winnin' plays
Lord, forgive me for my sinnin' ways
In the bars, MMA, they got MMA's
Shady Records, bitch, I'm rollin' with the renegades
Still gon' mix the Henny with the lemonade
Niggas still afraid, niggas been afraid
And I'm still posted on Columbia
Totin' shit to tumble ya, I told you it's a jungle, huh?

Still feel like I got everything to prove
And they still feel a way, they never seen me lose
Niggas still spit 'fore niggas huggin' the block
And I still, still don't got no love for an opp
Niggas still feel like I got everything to prove
Niggas still feel a way, they never seen me lose
Niggas still spit 'fore niggas huggin' the block
Niggas still, still don't got no love for an opp

I got hoes from my past that wanna be seen
Snakes slitherin' in high grass, they runnin' a scheme
I ain't let nothin' bypass or come in between
And now it's lookin' like thigh pads is under the jeans, jeez
Huh, these niggas my son, and that ain't a term of endearment
Niggas threw dirt at me, I still grew
Vertically, I know it hurt 'em to hear it
Fuck all the courtesy, I need a thirty
Piece or it ain't worth an appearance
The hoes that was curvin' me hit me up
Urgently 'cause of the German I'm steerin'
I made my passion my purpose, these niggas cap in they verses
Buddy ain't 'bout that action, he nervous
IDFT was just scratchin' the surface
Should've clashed if a rapper deserved it
Got my peeps, let it flood on the pavement
To that nigga that rapped in the basement
Guess I gotta go back to the basics