If I... Grits

I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire
Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past
Open with his smoking stash
Promise no more; he done broke his last

From affliction to addiction, wound to infection
From a rookie to professional, secret to confession
Every level is progressional, pushing every envelope and boundary protecting you
Slowly decomposing, you oppressing, you depressing, you be stressing you out
Testing what you about now, you grown with clout now, and drowning in doubt now
Ain't no question you sick and tired of the situation you facing
Asking God, "Why? How? Why me? Why now?"
Trying to get your mind right
Trying to keep your grip tight on life, in spite of the chaos and the battle internally
Defining your existence and your position eternally
Our mission in this industry is assisting you in shaking off them tendencies, exposing you to destiny
Spit truth lyrically in every vicinity
Diminishing strongholds of foes now

I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire
Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past
Open with his smoking stash
Promise no more; he done broke his last
I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire
Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by
Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash
Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash
Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last
Lot is cast, take you from a broken past
Open with his smoking stash
Promise no more; he done broke his last