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Grip That Stack (prod. BP)
Nature, BP
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Yeah, yeah
Brrt, brrt (Yeah)
Brrt, brrt (Told you once, told you twice)
No time to argue (BP, yo)
We don't play around (Yo)
I make a thug wanna read a book (Read a book)
I make the white boys sing the hook (Sing the hook)
I make your baby mama's ringtone (Brrt)
A superhero with a theme song (Yeah)
But it's never on the radio (Nope)
The club promoters still pay me, yo (Pay me, yo)
A couple bands just to walk through (Walk through)
I even meet fans in the courtroom (Yeah)
Strong as a couple grams of dog food (What? What?)
California kushed out, we ignore food (We ignore food)
Go the whole day chasing dollar bills (Dollar, dollar bills)
Waiting for the purge in case we gotta kill (Gotta kill)
Wack rappers and anybody that's not as ill (Ill)
Big dogs as much, you tell by the tail (By the tail)
The second that you bark, I'ma park you (Woof, woof)
'Cause I ain't got no time to argue (Uh)
This ain't meant for you to dance to (We don't dance)
This ain't meant for you to sing to (We don't sing)
This is something for the gangsters (All my G's)
Y'all don't hear me but you need to (NYC)
Selling that whip, that crack (Crack)
Hoping you can grip that stack (Grip that stack)
Cops trained to kill black kids
Go to school and we get left back (Back)
Now back to the rap
The definition of a friend (Friend)
I'ma be the one, no fiction or pretend (That nigga)
I'ma say your name 'cause I know you sayin' mine (Uh)
It's money over bitches (Bitches), we say it all the time (Time)
But niggas fall in love, so now they brand new
They stop hanging out, they stop coming through (Niggas doubt)
The corner's still the same, it's still the same view
Niggas scared to death, it's still the same you
After all of these years (Years)
It's still the same nightmare (Right)
Do it for my peers (Peers) and all of my white fans
That don't get to see me on the WorldStar
Got the kind of talent some rappers would kill for (Uh)
I feed the world and never once will I starve you
Music is money, so it's no time to argue (Argue)
This ain't meant for you to dance to (We don't dance)
This ain't meant for you to sing to (We don't sing)
This is something for the gangsters (All my G's)
Y'all don't hear me but you need to (NYC)
Selling that whip, that crack (Crack)
Hoping you can grip that stack (Grip that stack)
Cops trained to kill black kids (Black)
Go to school and we get left back (Back)
Now back to the rap
That's the nature of every man
And whether you agree with me or not
In his nature, he knows he's supposed to have some power (Yes, sir)
And he knows he's supposed to have rule, especially in his own house
And while they're showing all that shit on the screen
The announcer is saying to me
"It's been raining steadily for three months now
The ground can't hold any more water
The river is cresting higher than it has in two centuries
The levies have washed away
And I just hope it keeps raining, and raining, and raining
And raining, and raining, and raining, and raining
And raining, and raining, and raining
And raining, and raining, and raining"
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