Letra de Bare - GRIP

That nigga eatin', why he don't hand us a plate?

How he sign a deal and ain't make sure his family straight?

How come he don't come around?

Why he don't pick up the phone?

Why the fuck he act like he did all this shit on his own?

Why he don't let nobody visit his home? Why he so distant?

How I knew the moment he blew, he would switch up in an instant?

Why I ain't seen his daughters since they was infants?

How he not gon' give his mommanem a whip but spent a grip on a pendant?

They should be offended, I knew he was selfish to begin with

I'm long winded, so this how I'ma end it

That's his money, I ain't gon' tell that nigga how to spend it

But give me back my two cents I'm lendin', family

Man, that nigga must think he too good to sit around and hang

I done knew his ass since middle school, now this nigga found some fame

I always knew shit was bound to change

I would've walked the nigga down for gang

Used to call him my dawg, but now that shit don't sound the same

We used to hit the mall and pull hoes

Any nigga that stepped, he got bulldozed

Coppin' ounces, swappin' out our school clothes

That fool know, but now I guess he 'posed to be the man

I be goddamned if I ever approach him as a fan

So I don't comment or like the shit he be postin' on the Gram

Like he been to focused on the plan with hopes he can expand

Bitch, I got money too, I'm boomin' off of dope, coke, and Xan's

Oh shit, what up, GRIP?

I was just tellin' 'em how close to you I am, friends

Yeah, the whole world got me fucked up

So I'ma tell 'em what's what

Got enough bucks from my car not to put-put

But not enough to escape the surroundings that they found me in

And niggas round here ain't too fond of niggas that's bound to win

Paranoia, times ten, this shit's deep

They catch me slippin', I be six feet

Countin' big sheep, while mom and kids weep

Fixate home invasions, .40 cal' by the mattress

The only time I feel safe when I'm surrounded by ratchets

Still drownin' in habits, tryna balance my axis

Owe tens of thousands in taxes, but got a smile for the masses

And family members that question my logic

Feel like I owe 'em a percentage of these checks I deposit

Ain't give a fuck when I had the studio set up on a desk in a closet

Straight from Ikea, layin' down ideas

They ain't know this shit been bubblin' for like five years

Had to thug it, we was strugglin', I done cried tears

If Ruth was here, she'll be like, "Dry your eyes, dear"

I defied fears, I can't confide in my peers

When somethin' grindin' my gears and need advice

Maybe shed some insight into my career

'Cause my niggas can't relate

Any convo we have about rap is a damn debate

And the ones who do act like you gon' take the food off they plate

Play it cool in yo face and put they number in your phone

Shoot 'em a text, they never respond, I should've known

But fuck it, niggas is grown so I'm tuggin' it on my own

Got like a million thoughts that I'm jugglin' in my dome

And that spills into my everyday life

Busy and bothered, unfit father, uncanny candidate for a wife

Overly focused on positions that I need to be in

Not taking heed of my wins, an absentee to my friends

Social media want me to pretend, but I ain't fakin' the funk

I wrote this shit while I was takin' a dump, Kyle

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