Jumpin’ Off/Victory Lap

Album cover art for "Jumpin’ Off/Victory Lap" by GRIP

GRIP - Rap

Jumpin’ Off/Victory Lap

0 Plays

View Artist

Lyrics

[Part I: "Jumpin' Off"] [Intro] Today guys we're gonna be jumping off the porch and– Now I lay me down to sleep Pray the lord my soul to keep [Verse 1] God bless A kid that went from progress reports to 211's in progress From arcades with the gold tokens (Gold tokens) To gold grills with the fronts open, blunt smokin' From Caprisuns to forty ounces (Forty ounces) Recess, we played outside 'till we heard the whistle Single file lines at the water fountains (Water fountains) We used to tote, cap guns, and now it's dirty pistols See me, I rather murder instruments The irony, niggas that couldn't read or write be the ones servin' sentences Jump off the porch, the death of young innocence is imminent (Imminent) And don't none of us benefit off the ignorance (The ignorance) A young nigga role model sold dope So we ignore the wise words from the old folks [Chorus] Don't walk 'fore you crawl, don't shit where you sleep What else? Ain't no turnin' back, better think 'fore you leap, nigga! (Nigga) Jumped off the porch, it's me and my niggas (Me and my niggas) Of course, I travelled the course with my niggas (Me and my niggas) We used to want whips and chains when we got bigger Now the only thing on my brain is freein' my niggas (My niggas) And mama said bring yo' ass back home when you see them streetlights (Streetlights) Uh, this shit get deep, before you leap better think twice [Verse 2] Stray society, shh! I say it quietly Lil' niggas marchin' with drums, parading violently Down to let couple rounds off, the sirens sound off Nobody snitch, you get away imitatin' a groundhog Lay low until the twelve stop lurking, my city's a circus A wonderland for the street consumer, there's plenty to purchase Hard, soft, weed, codeine, the percies, the xannies Daddy gone, mama out clubbin', we raised by our grannies Fist fights, we used to shoot them once when we was lil' Them days is dead and gone, now niggas shootin' to kill Don't pull it out unless you gon' do it for real Ayy, so you really wanna jump in that field? Where niggas rob, steal, deal, kill, all about they dollar bill No chill, tell me how you fell, tell me how you feel [Chorus] Don't walk 'fore you crawl, don't shit where you sleep What else? Ain't no turnin' back, better think 'fore you leap, nigga! (Nigga) Jumped off the porch, it's me and my niggas (Me and my niggas) Of course, I travelled the course with my niggas (Me and my niggas) We used to want whips and chains when we got bigger Now the only thing on my brain is freein' my niggas (My niggas) And mama said bring yo' ass back home when you see them streetlights (Streetlights) Uh, this shit get deep, before you leap better think twice [Part II: "Victory Lap"] [Intro] And look at this! What a victory lap! Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah [Chorus] It's been real kickin' these raps, uh My whole team should do a victory lap (Victory lap) Won't nothing do but W's I can't afford a L ('Fford a L) Wear my heart on my sleeves, yeah I sport it well (Sport it well) And this is only chapter three, I got more to tell (More to tell) [Bridge] Jumpin' off the porch with this one Jumpin' off the porch with this one Jumpin' off the porch with this one Jumpin' off the porch with this one Jumpin' off the porch with this one [Verse 1] Mama tried to give me assistance, I ain't listen Bad boys like Pistons, end up stuck in the system On a mission to feed your hip-hop addiction Sonny Liston, I throw jabs with the vocab, and I ain't missin' Put my disc on, and get your diss on 'Cause you're pissed off that you got pissed on Obi Wan in the rap form TU! AHYES gave me the platform, so get a drum or some' Clap for 'em, mhm, clap for 'em Lot of niggas nappin', I threw together these tracks for 'em 'Bout to heat the city up, I'm just out getting back warm, uh It's been real kickin' these raps for 'em So 'till next time here's a victory lap for 'em [Chorus] It's been real kickin' these raps, uh My whole team should do a victory lap (Victory lap) Won't nothing do but W's I can't afford a L ('Fford a L) Wear my heart on my sleeves, yeah I sport it well (Sport it well) And this is only chapter three, I got more to tell (More to tell)

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • TU!
  • GRIP