Bare GRIP

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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