[Chorus: GRIP]
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, bloodstains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, bloodstains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertainеd!?
Look at what I have became, arе you not entertained!?
[Verse 1: Kay Nellz]
Uh, pardon
Sleep gettin' harder to come by
All I got is my bars, my word and a thumb drive
Long ways from the blocks and duckin' the one time, that one time
My brother got shot, grazed in the back of his— 'ssh, luck happens sometimes
The sunrise is met wit' a dark cloud of suspicion
My family wasn't masons, but break down bricks with precision
Decisions often heightens the probability of prison
Overshadowed by this grim reality of how we livin'
For your entertainment, pictures get painted depictin' the run around
The streets that made you age you desensitize the struggle now
But fuck it, you'll come around, adapt or die, 'cause truth is
You either askin' "Why not?" or askin' why the grind is sold separately
But that hustle come as advertised, we masterminds
Got it down to a science, I mastered minds, as for mine
Umm- yeah, them masters mine, half the time
Your greatest attempt couldn't match the shit I use just to pass the time
[Chorus: GRIP]
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?
[Verse 2: Kenny Mason]
Swerve through Pittsburgh, alert of disturbances
Turnin' shit, I heard some shit lurkin'
She gon' call a Lyft to slurp and lick sperm
I serve the dick, pleasured the cervix, then skrrted
Uh, my mind movin' a million miles minutely
We ain't on the same page, minimize, then delete
We ain't in same place, talent-wise, mentally
Status-wise, industry, in the scene or in the streets
These niggas put they self-esteem in a selfie
These niggas think a pair of jeans gon' impress me
I was sharin' wings with niggas with felonies
And never was sellin' ki's, but made them niggas respect me
Super, three shooters gon' shoot a 3, shoo a flea, you will be
Bull manure if you don't maneuver maturely
Surely, niggas like you and me shouldn't be dueling
But, due to cruelty, we think it's cool to see who'll bleed
[Chorus: GRIP]
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?
[Verse 3: GRIP]
Late at night, when you stare at walls, where do thoughts tend to carry y'all?
Very flawed, I would share it all, but I'm scarce on the wherewithal
On the verge of a mental lapse, even then, perhaps
My cerebral'll still run circles around niggas- mental laps
Rap like l invented raps and made plenty racks
But that was never the goal, these tracks help to better the soul
Alchemy, how can he use letters to turn lead into gold?
Stories that's never been told from the time I was seven years old
God sent heavenly flow, medley of melanin melodies
Metaphors manifest memories, summon soliloquy
Similes, sentences, spillin' my sentiment over these instruments, uh
It's intimate, never intermittent or inconsistent
With writtens, I'm gifted, my raps should come wrapped in a ribbon
Back to the basket, I'm Pippen, I done practiced the pivot
Mastered it spit it, made the picture vivid
GRIP took you back to the crib wit' it when other niggas didn't
[Outro: GRIP]
Trade pennies for my pain—
Clapping and applause
GRIP walks off the stage
Clapping gets louder until it abruptly stops
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, bloodstains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, bloodstains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertainеd!?
Look at what I have became, arе you not entertained!?
[Verse 1: Kay Nellz]
Uh, pardon
Sleep gettin' harder to come by
All I got is my bars, my word and a thumb drive
Long ways from the blocks and duckin' the one time, that one time
My brother got shot, grazed in the back of his— 'ssh, luck happens sometimes
The sunrise is met wit' a dark cloud of suspicion
My family wasn't masons, but break down bricks with precision
Decisions often heightens the probability of prison
Overshadowed by this grim reality of how we livin'
For your entertainment, pictures get painted depictin' the run around
The streets that made you age you desensitize the struggle now
But fuck it, you'll come around, adapt or die, 'cause truth is
You either askin' "Why not?" or askin' why the grind is sold separately
But that hustle come as advertised, we masterminds
Got it down to a science, I mastered minds, as for mine
Umm- yeah, them masters mine, half the time
Your greatest attempt couldn't match the shit I use just to pass the time
[Chorus: GRIP]
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?
[Verse 2: Kenny Mason]
Swerve through Pittsburgh, alert of disturbances
Turnin' shit, I heard some shit lurkin'
She gon' call a Lyft to slurp and lick sperm
I serve the dick, pleasured the cervix, then skrrted
Uh, my mind movin' a million miles minutely
We ain't on the same page, minimize, then delete
We ain't in same place, talent-wise, mentally
Status-wise, industry, in the scene or in the streets
These niggas put they self-esteem in a selfie
These niggas think a pair of jeans gon' impress me
I was sharin' wings with niggas with felonies
And never was sellin' ki's, but made them niggas respect me
Super, three shooters gon' shoot a 3, shoo a flea, you will be
Bull manure if you don't maneuver maturely
Surely, niggas like you and me shouldn't be dueling
But, due to cruelty, we think it's cool to see who'll bleed
[Chorus: GRIP]
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?
Trade pennies for my pain, are you not entertained!?
Sweat, tears, blood stains, are you not entertained!?
Paranoia on the brain, are you not entertained!?
Look at what I have became, are you not entertained!?
[Verse 3: GRIP]
Late at night, when you stare at walls, where do thoughts tend to carry y'all?
Very flawed, I would share it all, but I'm scarce on the wherewithal
On the verge of a mental lapse, even then, perhaps
My cerebral'll still run circles around niggas- mental laps
Rap like l invented raps and made plenty racks
But that was never the goal, these tracks help to better the soul
Alchemy, how can he use letters to turn lead into gold?
Stories that's never been told from the time I was seven years old
God sent heavenly flow, medley of melanin melodies
Metaphors manifest memories, summon soliloquy
Similes, sentences, spillin' my sentiment over these instruments, uh
It's intimate, never intermittent or inconsistent
With writtens, I'm gifted, my raps should come wrapped in a ribbon
Back to the basket, I'm Pippen, I done practiced the pivot
Mastered it spit it, made the picture vivid
GRIP took you back to the crib wit' it when other niggas didn't
[Outro: GRIP]
Trade pennies for my pain—
Clapping and applause
GRIP walks off the stage
Clapping gets louder until it abruptly stops
( GRIP )
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