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kast & mobb - grip lyrics

[intro]
this sh*t hard, n*gga
haha, the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb, n*gga (uh)
these n*ggas

[verse]
ya makin’ noise in the booth, avoidin’ the truth and poisin’ the youth
my own city’s tryna box me in, but i’m destroyin’ the roof
i [?] with a cap on the [?] so my mind can reach me
and aunt used to ride caprice
what is that right behind the seats?
we need one*sixty*five a piece for when them retro 9s release
but, nowadays i can care less
man make the clothes, y’all think think vice*versa
i make their heads like hairnets
collect them plates then pass around just like [?]
in other words, we gon’ eat good
if we go back like four flats on the fleetwood
never though playin’ ball could get me out of the hood
but i always knew the ink could, ’cause i ink good
needle in a haystack with a whole bunch future clones
and every beat sound like mike will made it
[?] the dudes who produced the song
if i’m lyin’, then prove me wrong
i’m feelin’ like i should be included on
the top five list of your favorite rappers
n*ggas peddlin’ on the pavement backwards
i go forward instead, i’m light as a head
no rest since i rest ’til my sight’s on the bread
gotta go hard for the fam and my n*ggas
shoutouts to my aunts [?] from the feds
don’t sell dope, but i spit that sh*t
turned the mic into a dope fiend
in a [?] recruit a job, now i’m that n*gga
[?] the old kings, ’cause
[chorus]
this the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb
this the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb
this the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb
this the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb

[verse 2]
lil’ n*ggas posted with that sack ’til it disappear like copperfield
in front of that corner store that sell three squares for a dollar bill
and they poppin’ pills, from xannys to adderals
lack of guidance ’cause they never knew they dad at all
tote straps for extra magazines, but no catalogues
just street credential, no résumés, never had a job
but did that sh*t that make you think before you pick up that pistol
put on a mask and rob, the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb

[pre*chorus]
southern player, [?] all this dope releases you, go take that
[?] is a therapy, your soul food tell me, did you get your plate yet?
southern player, [?] all this dope releases you, go take that
[?] is a therapy, your soul food tell me, did you get your plate yet?

[chorus]
this the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb
this the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb
this the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb
this the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb
[verse 3]
uh, the ’80s made me, the ’90s raised me
and i’m still heavily influenced, i find it kinda crazy
music these days don’t fill the void
i feel annoyed like, k!ll the noise
wonderin’ how half of these n*ggas are still employed
the [?] is in your tape deck
to put some food for though up on your plate if you ain’t ate yet
you fall victim to child support ’cause we ain’t practice safe s*x
but did that sh*t that make you think twice before you hit without that latex
the hardest sh*t since

[chorus]
this the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb
this the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb
this the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb
this the hardest sh*t since kast & mobb

- grip lyrics

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