Letra de Cook Up - GRIP

Yeah, uh, shit, look

I just need a week to cook up

Niggas physique's to weak to compete with the elites, do some push-ups

Still can’t spar with the God, try ya hardest to bob

Y'all subpar bar for bar, I hardy har har at your squad

I hardly spark 'gars which is odd

Y'all need weed to reach my sober thoughts

If I chief then sheesh, you’ll need a pole to vault, they so distraught

Fuck about all the shoes and clothes you bought

Foes you fought and how many hoes you caught

Y'all ain’t take heed of lessons the OG's taught

Under perform and over talk, how u gon' throw the salt?

At a seasoned vet, which emcees is next to step up and try they best to cease the threat?

My old bitch tryin' reconnect, I’m way too busy to read ya text

Rap niggas sayin' we need to work

I’m too well versed to sell you a verse

Grew up too tough to believe these acts

They all puppets with strings attached

Feel like anyone with a mic can get a check, I came to collect on it

Bitch, you know the name, put some respect on it, G-R-I-P

Came in this game with a pen and a pad

And the sins from my past to repent in the form of these gems

For the lads through these hymns that I had

And somethin' else, oh, yeah, tend to the bag

Promised myself that a limb wouldn’t drag

And now it’s lookin' real grim for you dag

Boys ain’t fuckin' with him in the lab

Why niggas even attempt to collab?

Paint the Sistine with sixteen bars, with thiry-two I’m magic

My first forty-eight will do you tragic, a sixty-four, it’s caskets

Perhaps its taken it too far, I'm 2pac in a 2022 car

I’m anti, don’t wanna know who none of you are

I can’t lie, my stomach rumbling for the new star

It’s enticing, I'm Mike on the mic if we do spar

I’m just warming up, this is heat rock

The heir apparent in a pair of Pyer Mos Reeboks

Might bust down the G Shock

Since broke boys buyin' Rollies off Depop

I don’t sip from the teapot

I don’t drink well, I don’t do cheap shots

If it’s a problem, I don’t stress it

Real nigga I’m stamped so I address it

God did it first, I’m second

Crafted this in six days on the seventh, I rested

Soon come more raps from the boy

'Til then, sit back, relax, and enjoy

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