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G.R.I.T. Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Lockett
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Chris Lockett
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Chris Lockett - G.R.I.T. Lyrics




We've fought our battles through 50 years
And since the very first day that we met, you've never beaten me even once
You liar. Hypocrite. You're a sham. You never really became a hermit. You're envious. I know
You want to be the master of Eagle Claw instead of me. That's why you want to see me dead

Smack it
Put the 12 in a box, but I never been a boxer. For every mob role I played, I won an Oscar
My hitter come and eat anything like he's an Oscar. You was just a noodle, my nigga, an imposter
FNs and ARs sent you to your graveyard. Every chance we got to play, we had to play hard

Waking up, rubbing my eyes, look at the sun. My mother was a Christian, my daddy was a gun
Gunpowder prescription, marijuana addiction. Go to LA or Oak Park to eat fixin'
Old school still being governed by the old rules. Tell me something good right now or what's the
Bad news? I'm the way you taking me. There wasn't no breaking me and ain't no love in my heart

It's just a vacancy. If you ain't got a body of two, then get away from me
Murder was a beautiful art. We did it gracefully
Part three, walking around, smelling like a dark tree. Don't pass me, no
Bamer. You couldn't bark me. It was so quiet, you can hear a coward heartbeat

Unless he was dead in a ditch or on a dark street. Couldn't see nothing but the pain
All I know is gang. Blood on the money and it felt like summer rain. Outside
Missing your shirt. That was a summer thing. AKs of various size, my Rolling Thunder mane
Even when there's war outside, you never break fast. Run until your lungs collapse. You ever

Shake tags? Black Hawk down, every good man pick him up. A rat couldn't sell me shit
We bought the stick heem' up. Land of a thousand rats to every real one. I don't only talk this shit
You ever kill one? Standing on the curb, never break your word. If we on the play, never take a
Nerve
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English

We've fought our battles through 50 years
And since the very first day that we met, you've never beaten me even once
You liar. Hypocrite. You're a sham. You never really became a hermit. You're envious. I know
You want to be the master of Eagle Claw instead of me. That's why you want to see me dead

Smack it
Put the 12 in a box, but I never been a boxer. For every mob role I played, I won an Oscar
My hitter come and eat anything like he's an Oscar. You was just a noodle, my nigga, an imposter
FNs and ARs sent you to your graveyard. Every chance we got to play, we had to play hard

Waking up, rubbing my eyes, look at the sun. My mother was a Christian, my daddy was a gun
Gunpowder prescription, marijuana addiction. Go to LA or Oak Park to eat fixin'
Old school still being governed by the old rules. Tell me something good right now or what's the
Bad news? I'm the way you taking me. There wasn't no breaking me and ain't no love in my heart

It's just a vacancy. If you ain't got a body of two, then get away from me
Murder was a beautiful art. We did it gracefully
Part three, walking around, smelling like a dark tree. Don't pass me, no
Bamer. You couldn't bark me. It was so quiet, you can hear a coward heartbeat

Unless he was dead in a ditch or on a dark street. Couldn't see nothing but the pain
All I know is gang. Blood on the money and it felt like summer rain. Outside
Missing your shirt. That was a summer thing. AKs of various size, my Rolling Thunder mane
Even when there's war outside, you never break fast. Run until your lungs collapse. You ever

Shake tags? Black Hawk down, every good man pick him up. A rat couldn't sell me shit
We bought the stick heem' up. Land of a thousand rats to every real one. I don't only talk this shit
You ever kill one? Standing on the curb, never break your word. If we on the play, never take a
Nerve
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Writer: Chris Lockett
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