Tonart: Eb major
Verse 1
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Look, it's Mr. Gripper Glock
Pull it from my hip and then I lick the shot
Little dot, if I spot a op,
then the pistol pop
Wonder what I make off rap,
just know that it's a lot
Wrist froze with stones,
the chain full of dippin' dots
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I'm pure fire, no kindling, it's in the box
If you a ho, break a coke,
I'ma save the block
Matter fact, the whole load
off the shipping dock
They ain't wanna let us in,
so we picked the lock
They tried to tell us it was unattainable
At times it felt like
they ain't even want us making do
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Fuck a rap race, we had to make a move
Shed blood, sweat, and tears,
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now we breaking through
Shed blood, sweat, and tears,
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Yeah, it's Mr. Drippy Drip Mr.
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Grab the shotty with the pistol grip
Mr. I ain't with all of
that indecisive iffy shit
Prissy bitch, I don't take a shoppin',
it's a hissy fit
All this 30 money,
got a motherfucker filthy rich
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just be sure to sum correct
Floor seats still higher
than the upper deck
Put my all in it, I'm givin' 101 %
All this blood and sweat,
and these tears
got me fuckin' drenched
They tried to tell us it was unattainable
At times it felt like
they ain't even want us makin' do
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Fuck a rap race, we had to make a move
Shed blood, sweat, and tears,
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now we breakin' through
Shed blood, sweat, and tears,
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now we breakin' through
You
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