Released on September 11, 2020

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[Verse 1]

Slept on cots and couches, cell blocks and houses

Of close friends, back hurt 'cause all of their furniture broken

You throw a little somethin' towards the rent to help 'em

But it's clear you done overstayed your welcome

Niggas seldom escape the hell that held 'em

And get back to the place they fell from

Well um, me, I came back harder than ever

I'm too cold for your little cardigan sweater

I'm so sharp, leave a nigga artery severed

Part of me raps a part of me, I'm partially tethered

Told TU! we gotta finish what we started together

So until they lock the caskets, drop nothin' but classics

Pop one of you bastards, flop and then stress the king

I'm sittin' in the throne, eatin' lemon peppered wings

All these rappers are peasants, quit asking me about 'em

Use your cover for a coaster and I'm ashin' on your album

They been killin' niggas off, I ain't askin' how come

I'm at the window with the stick like Malcolm

Your favorite rapper signin', deals gettin' shelved

Allow me to reintroduce myself my name is

G-R-I-P, yeah


[Verse 2]

My niggas don't buy land when they touch bread

Instead they go get an apartment in Buckhead

Cop a charger, a Camaro, and some new apparel

Can't see the bigger picture 'cause they view is narrow (Uh)

Kinda like starin' down a shooters barrel

That cash talk got his last thoughts splattered on asphalt (Uh)

Niggas is trash, please don't let 'em gas y'all

I'm still in my bag from last fall

And y'all don't wanna see poppa with a brand new bag

I fuck around and take everything you have

I get being trendy, but I can't do fads

Y'all was crafting an image while I ran through pads

I know for a fact you not as tough as you look

You was shufflin' books when I was fuckin' with crooks

I weigh in on these beats and the scales get tipped

Somebody gotta do it, shit, who else but GRIP? (Yeah)