LYRIC
Intro Lyrics by GRIP, from the album “STILL (Five & A F*** You)“, music has been produced by Scalez, and Time song lyrics are penned down by Scalez & GRIP.
Intro Lyrics
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, look
Ni**as scary, got ’em parryin’
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 comparison’s embarassin’
I’m–, look, I done seen ni**as come up, I done seen ’em plummet
I done seen ni**as catch a bullet ‘fore they reach the summit
Seen rappers claim they from that zone
And ni**as from that hood sayin’ they can’t come back home
And if you do, yo chain, yo watch, ni**a run that, homes
Oh well, he shoulda never left his gun at home
That’s why no matter a ni**a whereabouts, that .30 on me
Ni**as round my way can’t wave the air out like dirty laundry
Thеy did my ni**a, Sm00ve so [?], that shit hurt, it haunts me
I’m screamin’, “Gree my cousin, Yam,” damn, word to Auntiе
I remember days we were broke as f*ck
And posted up in them extended stays
Rock one pair of jeans so many times, I made the denim fade
Started putting pen to page, takin’ chances for some winnin’ plays
Lord, forgive me for my sinnin’ ways
In the bars, MMA, they got Em amazed
Shady Records, bitch, I’m rollin’ with them renegades
Still gon’ mix the Henny with the lemonade
Ni**as still afraid, ni**as been afraid
And I’m still posted on Columbia, totin’ shit to tumble ya
I told ya, it’s the jungle, huh, still
Feel like I got everythin’ to prove and they still
Feel a way they never see me lose, ni**a, still
Spit for ni**as huggin’ the block [?], still
Still don’t got no love for a opp’, ni**a, still
Feel like I got everything to prove, ni**a, still
Feel a way they never see me lose, ni**a, still
Spit for ni**as huggin’ the block, ni**a, still
Still don’t got no love for a opp’
I got hoes from my past that wanna be seen
Snakes slitherin’ in high grass, they runnin’ the scheme
I ain’t lettin’ nothin’ bypass or come in between
And now it’s lookin’ thigh pads is under the jeans, jeez
Hah, these ni**as my son and that ain’t a term of endearment
Ni**as threw dirt at me, I [still grew?] vertically
I know it hurt ’em to hear it
f*ck 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 ni**as cap in they verses
Buddy ain’t [?] that shit and he nervous
IDFT was just scratchin’ the surface
[?] at rap and deserved it
Got my feet planted flat on the pavement
Still that ni**a that rapped in the basement
Guess I gotta go back to the basics
SONG INFO:
Song: Intro
Artist: GRIP
Album: STILL (Five & A F*** You) (2023)
Music: Scalez
Lyrics: Scalez & GRIP
