You GRIP

[Intro: TU! & GRIP]
Ah, ah, ah, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh (Uh)

[Verse 1: GRIP & TU!]
You paved a lane in this rap biz, made a way for these Black kids
Paint your pain for the masses, ain't the same as these bastards
Escaped the chains and the shackles while these lame niggas baffled
This talent entangled with randomness, this game is a raffle
Could've been in this position at a younger ager
But maybe then my hunger fades
Could've signed a bad deal and be underpaid
Or made a hundred a mill' and maybe could've died a hundred ways
Cold winter nights and hot summer days
It's easy to become a slave when tryna put food on them plates
And shoes on your jits, you losin' your shit 'cause you movin' in place
Feel like you losin' the race (Ooh)
Maybe my shoes isn't laced (Ooh)
Paid all my dues and I faced (Ooh)
What only a few could embrace (Ooh)
A sinner for do-gooder's sake, I'm sparrin' and duelin' with snakes
So still keep a tool on my waist, but now they can Google me, wait
Used to be scan DeKalb (Ooh)
Life will knock you yo ass (Ooh)
If you don't land a jab (Ooh)
I played the hand I had and got my fam a bag
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh), yeah