Grip 3:16

[Intro: Crosby and Nash with GRIP]
On what do you base your life, my friend? (Life, my friend)
Can you see arou–

[Verse 1: GRIP]
Yeah, Proboscidea, yeah the route that we chose is similar, but my flow is sillier
Plus I hit the ground running so hard, if you tried this you'd probably explode your fibula
I’m just tryna manoeuvre the world, it's cold, it's sinister
I’m not sure if a Bible ensures your survival
Thats what I told the minister, I control the temperature
See, rap is mi casa, so don't fuck with the thermostat
Go and earn a sack, and you probably can prosper
I told niggas on "Bernie Mac," came too far to be turning back
Niggas spar like a tournament, nigga, you bettеr learn to rap
How I'm barrin' it leave you with scars, it's pеrmanent
If it's problems, it's nothin', let’s straighten it out
Would’ve thought I was permin' it
Nigga beefing, you might as well stay in the house
’Cause it's strapped like a tourniquet, wonder what river you'll turn up in
Or maybe I'll burry a nigga alive ’cause I wanna play in the dirt again
I lost my innocence when I was five, and ever since then it's been turbulent
Your life, I determine it, Terminator with the beam
Burn the hater if he scheme, permeater of the cream
Preen, turn the tables for the team
Kick the doors down, they don't let in the savages
Ravaging kitchen cabinets, I'm the catalyst, the antagonist
Kickin' asses, and splittin' your cabbages

[Verse 2: Kenny Mason]
I'm on Campbellton, like a can of it, cannibals, cannonball right in your mammy crib
Made a habit of having it, playing savage is hazardous, he ain't gon' have a limb
Can't put my heart on my sleeve, you see this jacket, it cost me a rack for this
I can eat y'all in my sleep, they know whats happening even when napping
It's challenging finding one evenly matched with him
Better be JID or GRIP, you look jittery, get a grip
How the fuck you a hitter, but hit or miss?
How the fuck it's a hit, and the hitter miss?
Oh you think you can hit 'cause you hit a miss?
My sister'll shoot a clip through the hip
Turn the nigga to uterus, you the bitch
Now either your colony followin' all the tips, or they swallowing hollow tips
I got the shyest lil shawty to swallow tip
Volunteering without a tip
Now riddle me, who can get rid of me willingly?
All my enemies mini me's
Wishing the kid in the mirror was Kenny, please
I would really do anything
I never mentioned the miniatures in the scheme
I know thats what they really need
I'm off of Dill in a crib of thieves
Watching 'em deal a whole hill of weed
I got some menacing memories
They start to mirror the Middle East
Nine millimeter my security
I don't need insurance when I'm sure of these

[Verse 3: JID]
Uh, look, bruh, I been buzzing like busy bees
And I never had nothin' so pardon me for buggin' linkin' my niggas like centipedes
Bought a center piece out in East France, in Atlanta I'm praying like Genevieve
Saints, slingin' a nine, there's a breeze blowing pine
In vine, city is insidious, see the signs of a dying breed
Nickel, dime, nigga dime, niggas out, they could hide, we gon' find niggas out
Say goodbye, take a drive to the South, get ahead of 'em, behind your house
Give me credit, I could write a song, write a letter, then go put some lead in a nigga to dead it
Need to make a prayer to make it to heaven, no Halloween, do the deadliest ever seen
Seven sins, over seven seas (Six, six, six), hope a nigga better bleed (Huh)
But the weight on my heart is so heavily
Ain't no hate on my heart, I'm a hooligan, throwing this heat like I'm Patches O'Houlihan (A thug)
Who the man? You the man? I'ma shoot at him
Shoot a man, shoot a man, shoot him, man, my nigga True Religion, Buddah, man
Slime a nigga out his Louboutins with a lil uzi, I'm a Uzi fan
Cinema, send a movie to sin a man
I'm a dream and a sprinkle of cinnamon
Heater hit him, put the hole of a hula-hoop inside a hooligan
Who was them niggas you foolin' with (Hoo-de-hoo-de-hoo)
Niggas hating, it's humorous