Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BREGMA Freestyle, artist - Grip.
Date of issue: 06.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BREGMA Freestyle |
You niggas might be aight but I’m more goody |
This hip hop shit is a sport to me |
I’m Bill Belichick in a porch hoodie |
Pass me the torch, I’m a contortionist |
The way I maneuvered into this game |
They ain’t even opened the door fully |
Niggas tough talking, I scorch bullies |
Literally, fuck a metaphor |
A blind man can see that my team is ahead of yours |
So I ain’t gotta check the score |
They diggin Grip like Tu do crates at the record store |
I’m either Heath Ledger or Brandon Lee |
See I can catch a bullet randomly |
Or OD on medication and never become the legend I plan to be |
It’s a very thin line between genius and insanity |
I walk the tight rope |
Shall I fall? |
I hope to end it all on the right note |
For this shit that I write bro |
I get a check and I don’t mean spell checking for typos |
This ain’t a essay |
I paid the cost to be the jefe, more work and less play |
And now a nigga polished |
Funny since they kicked me outta college |
I been kicking knowledge |
Far from consciousness |
Just a nigga with a guilty conscience |
Part of my mental was built on nonsense |
So I be with the fuck shit, that’s why at every function |
While all you niggas jumping |
I’m in this bitch with my back against the wall |
And a strap in my draws for niggas yapping they jaws |
Shorty grabbed me by my hand and said I never dance |
Then asked if I’m nervous |
I just don’t want this shit to fall and pop myself like a Plaxico Burress |
Your flow compared to mine is like a match to a furnace |
So I pay more in taxes than what you actually earning |
Factual learning, I’m the captain of this ship |
Before I ride a nigga wave, I’ll capsize this bitch |
And yo' ass might get drenched, looking baptized and shit |
But ain’t no pastor, just a black guy with a stick, get jacked ridin' in the six |
Candy paint, got 'em looking like a sweet lick |
To a broke nigga that’s a cheap fix, man is a maze to compete with |
40 calibre, it’ll end your calendar |
Challengers lining up for your Challengers or Camaro |
Get robbed for your Dinero |
You better play scarecrow |
Or hollow tips outta that barrel |
Ripping through apparel |
I keep it real thorough |
Let you niggas play Will Ferrel |
I’m a wheel barrow |
Push through the ills and perils to see if the grass is greener |
Niggas still gotta stash the nina |
Me and Tig passing weed and mashin' through Pasadena |
Off the liq |
I’m surprised we ain’t crashed the Bimmer |
Pardon my brash demeanor |
The freshman that’ll outclass a class of seniors |
And still ain’t even amassed his genius |
Wear a smile just to mask the demons |
Stray gang to the casket |
And never let the cash between us, uh |