Burning Bush

[Verse 1: GRIP] Chip on my shoulder the size a brick or boulder I knew I had the drive back when I was whippin' Corolla I'm still the same nigga even if I dip in the Rover Tote the pistol eatin' a ten-piece chicken sippin' a soda Listenin' to Hova, practice to Method Told ya'll I'll be back in a second All you niggas did was slack, and act reckless Get a snatched necklace doin' a whack setlist I thought you knew the name of the game was Stack? Nigga rap's Tetris Check the technique I spaz like tetanus And make a believer out of a skeptic in seconds Him don't write raps, him sketchin' Depression, the pain you can see it I'm etchin' my name in the cee-ment Hangin' with heathens that aim it and squeeze it This ain't for the squeamish Have the atheist changin' his thesis, prayin' to Jesus This for all the doors that slammed in my face Fam in debt, a deficit that I plan to erase They always said I'd land in the can with a case Now I got fans in Japan that jam to my tapes It's been bananas in the land of the apes I was a lil' nigga with a full grown man on my waist (Uh, look) [Chorus: GRIP] I saw a chance so I took it I saw a twelve so I booked it I hope like hell they wa'n't lookin' I hid the burner from my mama in the bushes I hid the burner from my mama– I saw a chance so I took it I saw a twelve so I booked it Hoped like hell they wasn't lookin' I hid the burner from my mama in the bushes I hid the burner from my mama in the bushes (Hol' up) [Verse 2: Kenny Mason] Chip on my shoulder, the ones– (Yeah, this kind one right here) We had to steal out of Kroger My life a trip, nigga, Oprah I hung with babies with rabies We pullin' clips from the stroller I took a sip of the soda and went into a coma (Wake the fuck up, nigga) A cynical loner, bit of a stoner Writin' riddles that illustrate how my niggas live on the corner I got a lead with a shooter when I pull out my home They thought that he needed Google way he pull up the chrome It was bullet holes in my hoodie Mama, I can explain My brother lookin' for victims for trauma, I can exchange Shootin' in the woods, that's how we work on our aim It was spooky in the hood We write these words to escape Baseheads walking through Bankhead offerin' they head all for a paycheck Talkin' a lick that's my language Talkin' to brick walls, tryin' to talk us out of takin' off with yo shit (Dawg Zone 3 Big Dawg) [Chorus: GRIP] I saw a chance so I took it I saw a twelve so I booked it I hope like hell they wasn't lookin' I hid the burner from my mama in the bushes I hid the burner from my mama.. I saw a chance so I took it I saw a twelve so I booked it Hoped like hell they wasn't lookin' I hid the burner from my mama in the bushes I hid the burner from my mama in the bushes (Hol' up)