Placebo Lyrics – GRIP
Singer: GRIP
Title: Placebo
Got a verbal machine gun, you never seen one
Vocab throw jabs you thought a bee stung
You thought yo sh#t was heat huh
The f#ck u get dat beat from go get a refund you gotta reload
Infinite clips like I got the cheat code
Spitn a brick like I copped from Chico
U wasn’t in da mix u watched thru peephole
Staring out da window
Witnessing livin at a quicker tempo
But ain’t no reset this not Nintendo
Our life was preset
Dark is a defect you got the remote you take yo seat yet? you get to see death all over c notes
I ain’t no preacher don’t be callin me woke just ain’t been sleep yet this ain’t for v necks go get yo peacoat I see yo feet cold just take a deep breath n watch me heat check all of your heroes they didn’t heal u, that’s just placebo
I’m just a nappy headed negro aka reject
My alter ego get all the respect but if you see bro off in da streets bet yo #ss would relapse if you ain’t know that he raps like f#ck da verses, you’ll clutch yo purses
My stream of income through a streaming service
If u don’t listen they gon deem me worthless
So need every purchase/that’s why I’m steady work in
My heady person, go thru dry spells but dis sh#t feel like a levy bursting
Open da floodgates they knew I was special after that snub tape just thought l’d touch base this is the update
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I’m black so i got a target on my back
[n#gg# where you at?] Atlanta Georgia where I started on the map
Was bargaining fa scraps
They lethargic barging in fa racks
The margin is startling, this who you thought raps
What’s the argument? Really ain’t no guardin him fact
I step back, let it fly I’m James harden wit the strap
Might just travel wit it, to get a shot off in da clutch
We both paid to be the boss but it ain’t cost u as much
And even bosses get touched, so keep your head on a swivel
And pray you end up at the top n not dead n middle
Out of towners pull up wit diamonds n they bezel and dentals/think sh#t sweet til lil n#gg#s pump lead in ya rental
Got em duckin shots, the juggernaut to stuff u in a f#ckin’ box
L just checked the mud on top u dug the plot
I tuck the Glock from which the slugs was popped that struck thesops who thought this sh#t was butterscotch I’m finna crank dis up a notch
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