BREGMA Freestyle - Grip

You niggas might be aight but I’m more goody

This hip hop shit is a sport to me

I’m Bill Belichick in a porch hoodie

Pass me the torch, I’m a contortionist

The way I maneuvered into this game

They ain’t even opened the door fully

Niggas tough talking, I scorch bullies

Literally, fuck a metaphor

A blind man can see that my team is ahead of yours

So I ain’t gotta check the score

They diggin Grip like Tu do crates at the record store

I’m either Heath Ledger or Brandon Lee

See I can catch a bullet randomly

Or OD on medication and never become the legend I plan to be

It’s a very thin line between genius and insanity

I walk the tight rope

Shall I fall?

I hope to end it all on the right note

For this shit that I write bro

I get a check and I don’t mean spell checking for typos

This ain’t a essay

I paid the cost to be the jefe, more work and less play

And now a nigga polished

Funny since they kicked me outta college

I been kicking knowledge

Far from consciousness

Just a nigga with a guilty conscience

Part of my mental was built on nonsense

So I be with the fuck shit, that’s why at every function

While all you niggas jumping

I’m in this bitch with my back against the wall

And a strap in my draws for niggas yapping they jaws

Shorty grabbed me by my hand and said I never dance

Then asked if I’m nervous

I just don’t want this shit to fall and pop myself like a Plaxico Burress

Your flow compared to mine is like a match to a furnace

So I pay more in taxes than what you actually earning

Factual learning, I’m the captain of this ship

Before I ride a nigga wave, I’ll capsize this bitch

And yo' ass might get drenched, looking baptized and shit

But ain’t no pastor, just a black guy with a stick, get jacked ridin' in the six

Candy paint, got 'em looking like a sweet lick

To a broke nigga that’s a cheap fix, man is a maze to compete with

40 calibre, it’ll end your calendar

Challengers lining up for your Challengers or Camaro

Get robbed for your Dinero

You better play scarecrow

Or hollow tips outta that barrel

Ripping through apparel

I keep it real thorough

Let you niggas play Will Ferrel

I’m a wheel barrow

Push through the ills and perils to see if the grass is greener

Niggas still gotta stash the nina

Me and Tig passing weed and mashin' through Pasadena

Off the liq

I’m surprised we ain’t crashed the Bimmer

Pardon my brash demeanor

The freshman that’ll outclass a class of seniors

And still ain’t even amassed his genius

Wear a smile just to mask the demons

Stray gang to the casket

And never let the cash between us, uh