[Chorus: GRIP]

I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas (Uh)

Ayy, for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)

And for the homies up the road, nigga, you know how it goes

I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture

Ayy, ayy, I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas (Uh)

And for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)

And for the homies up the road, nigga, you know how it goes

I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture

[Verse 1: Tate228 with GRIP]

Okay, now hol' up, hol' up, hol' up (Hol' up)

See the world through these lenses (Yeah)

Photos outta them prisons

But my father never showed up

Special cloth with this garment

This fabric niggas ain't cut from (Nah)

Gotta be careful when you walking

We targets niggas a gun for (Bah!)

Another victim to another teen, he sing

"I been off the porch since thirteen

Off the porch since thirteen"

Know how to cook it, if they want beef

All my niggas starving, so we gon' eat

Trust me boy, we gon' eat, damn, the rotation of all them lifers (Uh)

We just picked up that cycle, but shoulda picked up a bible (Boy)

Some niggas picked up a college, others picked up a rifle (Bang)

It's a struggle but we brothers, been working I can't be idle

So when we flick up, it's a jail pose

Corner chillin', jail pose, don't know you

You ain't call before you come through? Thats a hell no

What the fuck you thinking? Lil' niggas killing for Lincolns

Just imagine all that tragedy they causing for a Franklin

Got double cups so they drankin' (Uh-huh)

Percs and Xanny’s they basis (Dang)

Apocalypse of the zombies, see it all in they faces

Niggas been needing straightening, that tool a fix 'em like braces

Heart been racing, you been pacing

This picture you gotta face it

Fuck around and get a tummy tuck

Out here getting yo money up

That’s tragic, niggas laughing

But I ain't seeing what's funny, bruh (Nah)

Damn, that's how the story goes

Let's take this pic but tag me in it

So I can show them hoes

But first let me do my pose (it's Tate, nigga)

[Chorus: GRIP]

I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas (Uh)

Ayy, for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)

And for the homies up the road, nigga, you know how it goes

I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture

Ayy, ayy, I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas (Uh)

And for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)

And for the homies up the road, nigga, you know how it goes

I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture

[Verse 2: GRIP]

Uh, I know niggas state property living with no fucks or apologies given

Poverty stricken, like what's the odds of me getting a winning lottery ticket?

Better off robbing and licking

Done seen shit that make a model Christian question God and religion

Out the bottles we sipping, deuce deuce in a brown bag

.30 round mags, don't be around when they down bad

Career crooks that never came up with smarter tactics

To get this bread, so instead they mastered the art of jackin'

For starter jackets they aiming at you like target practice

Run streets like track meet, that don't exhaust a savage

Tryna come across some cabbage to cover the cost of habits

Causing static, peel addicts with automatics

Searching for percies, they lurking for them xan's

Niggas ain't washing cars but they squirting at Sedans

Mercy, mercy on me I ask of mercy from the man

Niggas hurting for them bands but getting murked ain't in the plan so while I'm still here

I gotta pose, life's got a lot of lows, often we bottle those in and keep the bottle closed

Shh, don't tell not a soul, keep hiding the pain

It's a sign of weakness and only the strong survive in this game

See that's that shit that we was taught as some young niggas

But now we grown and it's one of them things we brung with us

You see our prison is our mindset, but before my cell close

Just take this picture of me first, while I do my jail pose

[Chorus: GRIP]

I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas (Uh)

Ayy, for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)

And for the homies up the road, nigga, you know how it goes

I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture

Ayy, ayy, I done fell off in the spot with all my niggas (Uh)

And for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)

And for the homies up the road, nigga, you know how it goes

I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture