Tek - Grip, Armani White

Uh, and so it goes

Was rockin' stolen clothes back when Ludacris was throwin' bows

Dickies and Girbauds at the corner store on Panola Road

Livin' fast and dyin' young, nobody growin' old

Unspoken but understood like Morse code

You sellin' dope 'cause your mama crib got foreclose

And maybe add a few pairs of kicks to your wardrobe

You sick of livin' average, Lord knows

This shit done switched you to a savage, Lord knows

You down to split a nigga cabbage, Lord knows

You at the club, tryna hop on some hoes and some random nigga done just stepped

on your toes

If you was by yourself, you’d let it slide but since you with your bros,

you stomped that nigga out and bloodied up his clothes

But here’s some shit nobody knows

He sittin' in his car with a fully loaded TEC, he gon' wet up the parking lot

as soon as that bitch close

Yeah, hoe, uh, uh

Eastside is Spaghetti Junction, nigga pullin' up to the function

Four deep and the speakers be thumpin', pop the trunk and niggas be dumpin'

If you get caught slippin', you slumpin' and we came from nothing to something

We was selling midget and bunkin' back when all of you niggas was crumpin'

Can I get a witness, please?

We came from the mud, we never had gifts put under the Christmas trees

So then me and my niggas thought of a way that we could really get the cheese

Now I’m on top of these words, parenthesis

Don’t go against the beast if you plan on keepin' your limbs and knees

I pray for my enemies, when I pull up, I’m bringing the shit like an enema

Down to swing like a pendulum but worst come to worst, then we shootin' like

cinema

I grew up with criminals, keep them a witness, subliminals

Opposition was never identical, niggas peakin', I’m not even at my pinnacle

I never did it for fame, me and my niggas is one and the same

Make you a little bit of change, everybody wanna say that you changed

I never did it for chains, I did it so me and my niggas can gain

Never stop spittin' these flames, nuh uh, never stop spittin' these flames

Sweat, tears, blood, got up out of that mud

Hold you there like they ain’t know who I was

Back when a nigga was stressin' that they never checked for me

Nowadays, niggas be checking that I got a check for me

My ex, she flexed on me but now she wanna be next to me

Wishin' the best for me, these niggas want in on the recipe

Angel protecting me but I keep a TEC on me

Angel protecting me but I keep a TEC on me

I got the pounds off half of the price these niggas was talkin'

Get ya plug plugged for half of what them niggas was chargin'

Dozen legs, dropping eggs, had pitch 'em a carton

Incubate the wrinkled paper, get that chicken regardless

Fuck y’all niggas keep looking at?

Fuck I’m getting mistooken as?

Twenty shots, run up in the parking lot, fuck y’all niggas keep shooting at?

Shaking down niggas for twenty-two hundred but fuck y’all want me to do with

that?

They got caught at the library, brought him an offer, he turned to an author,

they booked his ass

But I pray that you find me, with a plate at the First 48 and my zombies

An 8th in my laundry, my bitch in the front, and the station behind me

I pray that you clock me, any nigga that’s watching, I’m taking his timepiece

And pray for my mommy, got insomnia but I’m hoping I make it inside, G

Sweat, tears, blood, got up out of that mud

Hold you there like they ain’t know who I was

Back when a nigga was stressin' that they never checked for me

Nowadays, niggas be checking that I got a check for me

My ex, she flexed on me but now she wanna be next to me

Wishin' the best for me, these niggas want in on the recipe

Angel protecting me but I keep a TEC on me

Angel protecting me but I keep a TEC on me