"Binky" lyrics
Grip & tu! Lyrics
A young nigga screaming fuck the world and let 'em die
Can't even place dot above me, I'm not the letter I
Against the ropes the odds is ugly but you can bet your lives
And may the man upstairs strike me down if I tell a lie
I done prevailed where many nigga failed
Just off that I feel compelled to give any spitta hell
Rap is my playground, I'm the bully that came to jack you up
By your jacket and clothes and fracture your nose with accurate blows
Cats get exposed, they really ain't bout this shit
They just rappin for hoes
House nigga, let them crackers capture your souls
To poison the well, the aftermath's a black boy in a cell or a grave
Ain't gotta be clairvoyant to tell
Went with gimmicks and voided themselves as a ploy just to sell
Seeing that shit from nigga with skill is annoying as hell
But I get it, it's entertainment, tap dance for them pennies
In my eyes you a bitch givin a lap dance showin titties
But then again who am I
A nigga that gave his life to this shit, now it's do or die
Scrutinized by dudes in suit and ties
Who ain't even live congruent lives
Yet they steady pumpin us product that ain't true to size
Who am I
I'm the G to the R to the I to the P
I'm the fire to the heat
That mean that I'm the source if you nigga is dumb
Why bake the cake then ask them to give me a crumb
They crashin out in the city I'm from
Nigga ain't just tryna nick you with the cannon, they gon' empty the drum
So don't tempt me, I'm numb
Even the pastor tried, he heard how I felt and asked me why 'cause I can't be
(The fuck, I told nigga it's up bruh, mad at the world and I don't give a fuck)
It's only a few nigga I respect in this shit
But I expected this shit, protect your neck in this shit
Divin off the top rope on some wrestler shit
This a Swanton Bomb, yeah I'm Jeff in this bitch
Ya see this here, this shit ain't for the Grammys, nope
More like an antidote that go hand in hand with dope
Naw this here, it's more like a ransom note
Where I demand them folks
To pay a handsome quote
In the land of vultures and cancel culture
You let a man misquote you and the fans demote you
Lames poppin they shit from they granny's sofa
But it's Grip we love you man when they standin closer
Never been in the can, never blammed a toaster
But down to do anything just for some damn exposure
Internet gangsters and grammar soldiers
Fuck it, I said my piece, my rant is over
Can't even place dot above me, I'm not the letter I
Against the ropes the odds is ugly but you can bet your lives
And may the man upstairs strike me down if I tell a lie
I done prevailed where many nigga failed
Just off that I feel compelled to give any spitta hell
Rap is my playground, I'm the bully that came to jack you up
By your jacket and clothes and fracture your nose with accurate blows
Cats get exposed, they really ain't bout this shit
They just rappin for hoes
House nigga, let them crackers capture your souls
To poison the well, the aftermath's a black boy in a cell or a grave
Ain't gotta be clairvoyant to tell
Went with gimmicks and voided themselves as a ploy just to sell
Seeing that shit from nigga with skill is annoying as hell
But I get it, it's entertainment, tap dance for them pennies
In my eyes you a bitch givin a lap dance showin titties
But then again who am I
A nigga that gave his life to this shit, now it's do or die
Scrutinized by dudes in suit and ties
Who ain't even live congruent lives
Yet they steady pumpin us product that ain't true to size
Who am I
I'm the G to the R to the I to the P
I'm the fire to the heat
That mean that I'm the source if you nigga is dumb
Why bake the cake then ask them to give me a crumb
They crashin out in the city I'm from
Nigga ain't just tryna nick you with the cannon, they gon' empty the drum
So don't tempt me, I'm numb
Even the pastor tried, he heard how I felt and asked me why 'cause I can't be
(The fuck, I told nigga it's up bruh, mad at the world and I don't give a fuck)
It's only a few nigga I respect in this shit
But I expected this shit, protect your neck in this shit
Divin off the top rope on some wrestler shit
This a Swanton Bomb, yeah I'm Jeff in this bitch
Ya see this here, this shit ain't for the Grammys, nope
More like an antidote that go hand in hand with dope
Naw this here, it's more like a ransom note
Where I demand them folks
To pay a handsome quote
In the land of vultures and cancel culture
You let a man misquote you and the fans demote you
Lames poppin they shit from they granny's sofa
But it's Grip we love you man when they standin closer
Never been in the can, never blammed a toaster
But down to do anything just for some damn exposure
Internet gangsters and grammar soldiers
Fuck it, I said my piece, my rant is over
