The Lox! - Grip, Tate228

Watch 'em, blossom, I rose from the dirt with holes in my shirt, uh

Same Glock 40 I been toting since birth

Know what you worth, before you sell your soul for a dollar

And them chips is nachos I need the whole enchilada

I done went toe to toe, blow for blow with the squabblers

Mode since a toddler stole from the store with my partners

And rode in Impala with the scammers and the robbers

Big banana and the blammer sure to handle any problems

I’m clutching my shit at any sign of funny business

I got this toolie to maneuver thru the monkey wrenches

You can assume my momma been knew that her son a menace

At age 2, all I wanted was a gun for Christmas

Run the slums with misfits jumping fences, niggas dumping biscuits

With the numbers missing bullets humming whistling oh here comes forensics

Police hunt for witness and ain’t hear nothing but crickets

Gotta have tunnel vision this jungles vicious

I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect

Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next

I’m at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP

Oh no, I don’t box, keep a pole for the ops

I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect

Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next

I’m at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP

Oh no, I don’t box, keep a pole for the ops

Nigga we was in apartments back-a-flippin' on pissy mattresses

Now I be having it

Wreaking havoc on any acting like it’s some static

Don’t care what your status is

Statistician I’m good with them numbers

But I ain’t adding up no hooks or no jumpers

Or triple doubles niggas tripping I’m doubling

Triping dubs and fifties and hunnids

Hondale, vamanos

I ain’t tryna fight Napoleon Dynamite

Bitch, you know that close, got too much going on

To respond to post from these Twitter thugs

On the net, you like 2Pac on «Hit 'Em Up»

When you see me, «It's Grip, oh shit, it’s love

Can my girlfriend get a hug?»

I done seen nigga switch the demeanor

And pick up the nina and flick up in beamers to fit in

But your last album it was kumbiyah

My lord, who is you kidding

Get the shit how you living

I ain’t never worried 'bout another nigga pockets

Gripper had to go and get this shit popping

Really wasn’t no other option I want the I want the

I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect

Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next

I’m at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP

Oh no, I don’t box, keep a pole for the ops

I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect

Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next

I’m at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP

Oh no, I don’t box, keep a pole for the ops

Bitch, we came from the bottom, got bathed in the struggle

But my trouble turned to accomplishments

Hear the talks on the net but some shots at they neck’ll

Make hating shit turn into compliments

Think I’m playing you gamble?

Aye bet on your life

Fuck it double down twice and come try it then

Let me know if it’s beef when we meet in the crease

Of these seats I keep condiments

How you go from having scholarship

To claiming big slime, you better stop that shit

You gotta strap in your hand but I see in your face

That you too scared to pop a zit

Boy y’all be ass backwards

How your pants sagging with no guap just some pocket lint

You know I been running it up

With these pads in the front shit I think I can stop a blitz

Get off your ass and get active, quit acting

Get that mail and rip it out that package

Money, power and respect wrapped in plastic

Once it scaled I make it do gymnastics

Somersault and got it flipping it through traffic

I sold three bows out the door that’s a hat trick

Counted me out but I still made it happen

Tell them labels cut a check, we can half it nigga, cause

I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect

Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next

I’m at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP

Oh no, I don’t box, keep a pole for the ops

I want the LOX: Money, Power, Respect

Need a check where the guap, niggas think they next

I’m at they necks on they tops, sneak dissin' GRIP

Oh no, I don’t box, keep a pole for the ops