Grip 3:16 GRIP (Ft. JID & Kenny Mason)
"Grip 3:16" is a hip-hop track featuring GRIP, JID, and Kenny Mason, released in 2023. The song explores themes of resilience, personal struggles, and the pursuit of success. Its unique blend of intricate wordplay and dynamic flows showcases each artist's lyrical prowess. The track resonates with listeners, reflecting contemporary challenges in a relatable manner. #HipHop
[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
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
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