Fire Squad

GRIP

[Intro]
Uh, uh
Leftovers, yeah
One take? One take

[Verse]
Ah, so I guess envy is the repercussion
For the type of paper that we discussin'
Funny, I used to go to school with my sneakers busted
The flow ill and the beat's disgustin'
Now all the hoes feel like I'm the perfect candidate for reproduction
Look, I'm tryna put this game in a sleeper hold
I spit it from the heart with hopes to reach the soul
Your feet was cold, mine was sizzlin'
It's hard to be a law abidin' citizen
Livin' in a city wherе them niggas die for dividends
Don't bе a victim
Me and my dogs just been plottin' to flee the system
We need a plan
We all wish to be young forever like Peter Pan
Since we can't, I'm playin' Captain Hook, I got these rappers shook
Life's a chapter book, so see, I can't afford to rest at all
Because you never know, one day you'll reach the epilogue
And F a job, I just figured I say it polite
Rather perform under stadium lights
They say that if you doin' what you love then you'll never work a day in your life
So shoot for the Moon and don't be afraid of the heights
And if you come up short, you'll still land amongst the stars
I'm feelin' like I could probably go for a hundred bars
Late for work again, they'll probably fire me
Stuck on a verse again, I need somethin' to inspire me
My nephew know my whole mixtape in its entirety
How's that for inspiration?
One flew over the koo-koo's nest
Society got me feelin' like a mental patient
'Cause I'm conformed to the social norm
What happened to innovation? Creativity with no limitation
When you got high ceilings, they wanna do some renovation
Been stimulatin' my mind, them niggas sayin' I fell off
I just been takin' my time
See, I always been a firm believer in quality over quantity
Such an anomaly, was down when niggas was askin' for features
But when I ask some niggas, they ain't respond to me
But I never been one for holdin' grudges
Just know pretty soon that a feature from the kid'll put you over budget
Matador to the bullshit, I rose above it
Far beyond intangible possessions that you chose to covet
I chose soul food over that golden nugget
Kickin' wisdom to a generation that's been ill advised
You lucky if you twenty-five and you still alive
My flow is like yo phone on silent, I know you feel the vibe
Just look at me as your brother from another mother
This city'll trap you, but still, we love her
[?] kill each other
Gunshots followed by peel and rubber
Uh, soundtracks to the adolescence
They grew up in a broken home with no daddy present
So, instead of grabbin' textbooks, they grabbin' weapons
At least that way, they know to have protection
Survival methods of a young Black male (Uh)
Crack sells, resortin' to packed jails (Uh)
Couldn't envision these tales back as a tight
Ridin' pedal bike, back when Cuzzo was sportin' the rattail
I remember well, that was like '95
Twenty years worth of cyanide put into these verses
The results of fatal cocktail
Couldn't parry these punchlines if you box well
Peep the technique, I turn beef into oxtails, my stomach's growlin'
I need a mill is in ten times, a hundred thousand
Make enough for all the years my bank account was overdrawn
The type of green attract snakes, I need to mow the lawn
At the back of these rappers heads like a photobomb
I see the big picture, bitch-nigga spittin' that fictitious
I call it straight down the middle like split swishes
The small fish that hold his own amongst the big fishes
Pardon the grammar, I been lookin' for love in the heart of Atlanta
But I've yet to find it, it's like a needle in a haystack
Bringin' somethin' different to the table
But niggas scared to embrace that, why?
'Cause I ain't makin' records for the local clubs (Uh)
'Bout how I fucked your bitch or sellin' drugs
My nigga, kill yourself, cut your wrist
But fuck with me if you up on this
You see, my goal's to be one of the best to do it
Talked about like a Southern myth
Compared to the greats, immortal through the sentences we speak
Good grief, I'm approachin' four minutes on the beat
Gimmick rappers that can't uphold they image in the streets
But claim to be real
Seen it for too long, the thought is insane to me still
I'm still playin' the field
'Cause right now, I can't afford to have a woman holdin' me back
I just can't put in that time, I'm too devoted to rap
Put all my breath in this gang, it make it harder to breathe
I put my soul on this wax, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Fourteen karat on my neck, that's just part of the steez
Just blow up my competition, please pardon the breeze
Ayy, look, I'm tryna be the first Kyle Clow and not the next Hova
Figured I'd start out by dishin' out these leftovers
First Kyle Clow, not the next Hova

[Outro]
Hope you enjoy these leftovers

Trivia about the song Fire Squad by Grip

When was the song “Fire Squad” released by Grip?
The song Fire Squad was released in 2015, on the album “The Leftover Tape”.
Who composed the song “Fire Squad” by Grip?
The song “Fire Squad” by Grip was composed by GRIP.

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