Got Grip

Uhu
I just gotta make a bag and make it quick
It's been hard to make it out but I don't Trip
Got the Grip On my Shoes, I never slip
Tryna get out of this Life so I don't fall off fall off Never

I done rested enough, I'm on my Grind Now
I cannot fuck with you no more, You out of Sight Now
I'm no Longer in Cuffs, Fly like a Kite Now
There is no Freedom, it's Rough, I gotta Fight Now
I cannot talk too Much, I gotta tip Toe
I been on my Purpose, don't Fuck with no Hoe
Follow My Morals Forever, don't give no Low Blows
I been in a Rush, but Life is feeling like slow-mo
So... Why you keep on Watching
Or acting out of pocket
My Feelings on ease
Bibi actin' like a Tease.
I don't mind a Photo but no Longer say Cheese
I squeeze My Time cause I gotta be On Time

I just gotta make a bag and make it quick
It's been hard to make it out but I don't Trip
Got the Grip On my Shoes, I never slip
Tryna get out of this Life so I don't fall off fall off Never
I just gotta make a bag and make it quick
It's been hard to make it out but I don't Trip
Got the Grip On my Shoes, I never slip
Tryna get out of this Life so I don't fall off fall off Never

Employer he Putting the Pay on The table I take Cash and Leave
I need a Pack, I delivered Kebab on Bikes I sell the Cheese
Budget Dining, Workin at Nights, Slow Days, But Couldn't Be Stuck in My Bed
I gotta invest, putting a little away every month, makin' Future-Me Fed
Borrow a couple hundred Couldn't Afford it, I'm Chippin Away at my Debt
My Life is a Movie, I'm Leavin' Matrix, I been too hateful, might be Wreck
Eyes Getting Brighter when I get a Cheque, Always Donate, I cannot Flex
Playin my Cards, I got a full Deck, Pickin' the Right Moves for the Set
Lookin like Bum, Soon I'll be Flyin to Canada, see what it's like, Chilling in the Sun
Keep Actin Dumb, Maybe I am, Smokin a Gram, Killing my Lungs
Enough Money to go around, I gotta Take sum.
Not Only Crumbs
I might just get it if I take the Rope and Tug
Choose to Believe, that I can make it
Might have to Cheat
I don't even Hustle in Streets
I work in the Kitchen Cookin' up Beats
Sending it over, Soon I'll be Pulling in a Convertible Rover
I Swerve Weave, man I Swerve Weave
20 more. minutes. work when. I don't wanna
Lock on. targets. Quick Wid. Parkin
Speeding. 100km. in a 40 zone. Rolling
Getting out. of the deep-end. On the Phone. I be calling

I just gotta make a bag and make it quick
It's been hard to make it out but I don't Trip
Got the Grip On my Shoes, I never slip
Tryna get out of this Life so I don't fall off fall off Never



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Writer(s): Philip Pols
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