Story of Grip

Well for starters I'm humble react based off energy pleased don't be fooled cause I move with respect
Shootouts where pistols was done they bullets to find out we banked on a dud of a Tec
Hit my nigga in the leg thank god he ain't dead
We lurking to put you to rest my nigga he solid he went to feds
A word he ain't said throw money on books
Thought it was games gave internet fame
Cause you playing with the gang and yo life we dun took
Destroy the evidence life filled with elegance ever since we dun condone into books
Cutting existence is simple get hit in your mental credentials is checking your beat
Battle with with boy I'm quick on my feet and you will not succeed so I leave with defeat
Ain't no coming for me don't be gunning for me
Trained by marines so I'm good with my aim
Testing your blessings get left with lesson I lessen my enemy leaving em slain
Battle my demons embrace many teachings aware of the leachers assuring no slip
Benevolent energy never be rid of me love like you kin to me the story of grip