Grip The Mic

Yuh, Yuh
Aight we gonna let the beat roll on this one
Let it, let it breathe
Yuh

I spit one line no question it's all destruction
You walking tightropes I jump over double dutching
If I get to the cash I'm super fast and double clutching
If I don't make it back just play the track that left 'em nothing
Yeah this rap shit light I don't need no switch on it
Every track heater I don't need no clip on it
You can try to take the mic but I got a grip on it
Watch how I slide and I watch you slip on it
I been itching for beef i feel like a recovering addict
And I swear that anyone who really want it can have it
Fucking nobody's safe, no not in the attic
Better walk your ass down so I can rap while you panic
Hold on, hold on
I think I'm like that
Check out the credits if you wanna see who write that
No I don't diss you, I would say it don't imply that
I make a decision you wouldn't even think to try at
This that rap shit you could put in a caption
Why should I tell truth if everybody just capping
When I named my alter ego named it after a god
You don't know what you are doing your a fucking facade
Im'a sneak up on the spot you don't know what I robbed
While I watch the house burn like I'm Isaiah Rashad

Aight let, let the beat breathe a little
Just let it, let it sit

Honestly my biggest fear is breaking promises
I don't do no parties like to celebrate accomplishment
Even if that means I'm all alone with my astonishment
I can make it any way, I can't think another option is
Sitting with my ego, I think it need a rest
Been keeping this shit secret, don't need an ego death
I can't crack from the pressure
These diamonds on my chest
But these thoughts in my head, they say I'm not the best
I feel so much pressure It's all self inflicted
I'm trying now to move on to bigger business
How can you be my dog if you spend your time with bitches
How can you be my dog if you spend your time with bitches