He is ... I am - Grip

Always there when I’m under pressure

Very similar to the one that sat atop my uncle’s dresser

His was chrome, so it glistened

You dressed in all black, so your cover never get blown on the missions

Stealth purposes, the first time I touched your trigger that shit triggered

nervousness

Growing up in my hood, you was the 'cause of so many funeral services

Another thug killed, amidst a drug deal, it only led to more blood spilled

See, I understand your mechanics, so I never take for granted how you manage to

do damage

Randomly landed in the hands of a few loose cannons

Back when I was watching Goof Troops and eating Fruit Loops

You sprayed at your target but the strays ricocheted and struck a kid that used

to shoot hoops

And as a kid myself, that was hard to digest, like will I die next?

Causalities of war, I guess, sorry I digress

You protected me from the coroner early mornings at Mom-and-Pops corner spots

Niggas thought shit was sweet 'til I let off the warning shots

Had a gold chain and wore a watch, it ain’t even tell the time no more but it

was shinin' though

I kept you in my lining or underneath my seat when I was driving or under

pillows on them nights I found a dime to slide in

'Cause shit, I figure, you never know if that bitch got a nigga or an ex that

got the extra key from when he stayed with her

My snubnose a rebel, you hear that bitch echo from ghetto to ghetto to ghetto

From ghetto to ghetto, my nigga my snubnose a rebel, you hear that bitch echo

My snubnose a rebel, you hear that bitch echo from ghetto to ghetto to ghetto

Lil' nigga but I pack a big punch, yeah, uh huh, six of 'em

I know you heard of tre five seven, yeah, nigga, that my big cousin

Me, myself, I go by tre eight, keep me on your waist, you gon' stay straight

If you pull me out in a crowded place, I bet all the fuck niggas make way

Where I come from, well I can’t say, my serial number filed down

It’s been like that for a while now, wear and tear show you I got high miles

Grip, shoot 'em right between the eyebrows

I keep the shells and shit, playin' it off like it’s self defense

Say you felt convinced he had a weapon, uh, so you sent his ass to heaven

Look, or maybe hell, don’t no angels dwell in the ATL

If you ain’t for 12, then you go straight to jail and your baby mama ain’t gon'

pay the bail and your moms can barely even pay a bill

You should bail this nigga, cap and peel

Show these motherfuckers that you real

I mean, everyone packin' steel but show these niggas you ain’t scared to kill

My last homie, he took my advice

A nigga tried, paid the highest price

Now my nigga doing 25 to life 'cause he wet up a coward

At least he got respect and power, now lets go get ours

Gotta show these niggas we ain’t fake even if it mean I end up in a lake

From ghetto to ghetto, my nigga my snubnose a rebel, you hear that bitch echo

My snubnose a rebel, you hear that bitch echo from ghetto to ghetto to ghetto

Aye, y’all niggas wanna see where my uncle keep his gun?