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)