The Lox! GRIP (Ft. TATE228)

[Part I]

[Verse 1: GRIP]
Watch 'em blossom, I rose from the dirt with holes in my shirt, uh
Same Glock 40 I've been totin' since birth
Know what you're worth before you sell your soul for a dollar
And them chips is not yours, I need the whole enchilada
I done went toe to toe, blow for blow with the squabblers
Mode since a toddler, stole from the store with my partners
And rode in Impalas with the scammers and the robbers
Big banana in the blammer sure to handle any problems
I'm clutchin' my shit at any sign of funny business
I got this toolie to maneuver through the monkey wrenches
You can assume my mama been knew that her son's a menace
At age two, all I wanted was a gun for Christmas
Run the slums with misfits, jumpin' fences, niggas dumpin' biscuits
With the numbers missin', bullets hummin', whistlin', oh, here comes forensics
Police hunt for witness, and ain't hear nothin' but crickets
Gotta have tunnel vision, this jungle's vicious

[Part II]

[Chorus: GRIP]
I want The LOX (Want The LOX)
Money, power, respect
Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)
Niggas think they next
I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)
Sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box
Keep a pole for the opps
I want The LOX (Want The LOX)
Money, power, respect
Need a check, where the guap? (Where the guap?)
Niggas think they next
I'm at they necks, on they top (On they top)
Sneak dissin' GRIP
Oh no, I don't box
Keep a pole for the opps