Song: Entry 531
Artist:  GRIP
Year: 2015
Viewed: 48 - Published at: 9 years ago

[Intro]
Alright, entry five-thirty-one
Yeah, uh, uh

[Verse]
If I die tonight, it be the realest shit I ever wrote
Never broken even though I'm hella broke
Contemplatin' sellin' dope
Too hungry to crack a smile
Nigga, I ain't tellin' jokes
I ain't Mike Epps
These niggas bare arms like biceps and triceps
I try and stay a step ahead, for now I can't even afford to high-step
Feel the devil breathin' down my neck
I [?] demons as long as I could
But now I'm trapped in the cul-de-sac
"One must face his demons" is the moral of the story
Locked in the room, smokin' the blunt and sippin' the forty
My supervisor say lately I been performin' poorly
This nine-to-five ain't for me, but I got to raise a shorty, surely
I like to go a different route
But this music shit ain't payin' so I got to stick it out
Life is stressin' nigga out, I feel like I'm 'bout to lose it
Such a competitor, I ain't been listenin' to music
Silence is soothin', hardly snoozin' like an insomniac
Tryna get spins like laundromats
Overly dedicated, driven like Pontiac
I got the pedal to the metal over the base and the treble
I'm a rebel, my mind on another level
So my thoughts travel from a higher plateau
I'm channelin' my inner [?]
This be that jazz, don't forget about your ash trays
And ride to a nigga [?] not to cascade, ayy
If I die tonight, this be the realest shit I ever wrote
Quotes from the diary
These thoughts are the only way to float from society
Copin' through anti-sobriety
[Outro]
Daddy, you come play with me?
Yeah, baby, I'm comin' right now

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