Burning Bush GRIP (Ft. Kenny Mason)

[Verse 1: GRIP]
Chip on my shoulder the size a brick or boulder
I knew I had the drive back when I was whippin' Corolla
I'm still the same nigga even if I dip in the Rover
Tote the pistol eatin' a ten-piece chicken sippin' a soda
Listenin' to Hova, practice to Method
Told ya'll I'll be back in a second
All you niggas did was slack, and act reckless
Get a snatched necklace doin' a whack setlist
I thought you knew the name of the game was Stack?
Nigga rap's Tetris
Check the technique I spaz like tetanus
And make a believer out of a skeptic in seconds
Him don't write raps, him sketchin'
Depression, the pain you can see it
I'm etchin' my name in the cee-ment
Hangin' with heathens that aim it and squeeze it
This ain't for the squeamish
Have the atheist changin' his thesis, prayin' to Jesus
This for all the doors that slammed in my face
Fam in debt, a deficit that I plan to erase
They always said I'd land in the can with a case
Now I got fans in Japan that jam to my tapes
It's been bananas in the land of the apes
I was a lil' nigga with a full grown man on my waist (Uh, look)