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12-23-20 Lyrics - Artist : GRIP
Don't compare me to these local gimmicks
I'm so offended, yeah living co-dependent I stand on my own two and go and get it The flow chlamydia, ungodly That's why the last shit was called Proboscidea Flick up half-way across the world and throw the city up It's that or flick the finger, I never been known to give a fuck This year was full of missed calls and close calls Celebrated my wins in silence, y'all post y'all's But fuck it, it's all about the growth dawg Nobody made it out this bitch unscathed Funny how my career slit [?] just getting started and I still wanna quit some days They take away the passion when you rapping for deposits I been spitting with the pattern from the mattress in the closet You'd think by now I would have just adapted the logic That's what happens taking something you love and making a career of it And plus my peers buggin' While I'm here, let me make shit clear This is a whole different tier cousin Your shit light, when you drop I don't hear nothing Caught on that porch shit, it was bubbling in And made your ass wanna rap and so you study my pen You heard 'Snub' like there's no way he does it again For you to get the buzz you got to dress up and pretend Pups can't eat supper with men Because if I end up wanting another plate then you might get ate You think your big dog, you get pissed off And I might think - wait I shouldn't talk like that, I got pets of my own And how I'm sprinting to the cheque, it's like I'm fetching the bone Finger itching on the tech, he should have left 'em alone King Grip, please don't step to the throne They know the name Next year will be the year that I etch it in stone |
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