Ragu

Lyrics

[Intro: GRIP] Hahaha, trip, ahaha [Verse 1: GRIP] Uh, in the studio pullin' all-nighters Cook up 'til my wrist lock up like arthritis Moms brightest, dads secret But turned out half decent We used to smoke before school and walk in class reeking Gettin' faded-faded now conversations 'bout them Jordans that came out the past weekend The other kids used to boast and chatter I was like the first step on the social ladder But nowadays only the vocals matter Smoke and laughter on my conscience And no, I'm not pro conscious I'm more-so no-nonsense 'Cause if the kids fill up they torn souls with your content Then bless they pour souls If my kitchen [?], then it's money, clothes Guns and hoes, cars, and more hoes, and more hoes More clothes, and more clothes The wardrobes of the rich and famous Rather these vivid paintin's than the miscellaneous disarrayment from an ignoramus To busy rippin' stages, now my gut say we disengagin' Just at different points in our life, like we was different ages This here's my diary, y'all, and I'm just flippin' pages This here's my diary, y'all, and I'm just flippin' pages [Chorus: GRIP, GRIP & Soul, Soul] Ragù, Prego's, not a day goes by without these a-holes Talkin' 'bout how they stack they pesos Like Legos, what'a have you, ragù I think they lost in the sauce, nigga (Nigga, mhm) [Verse 2: Soul] Make them move like scissor cuts Precisely the way we move Been around like a box of tools So you know I done lost some screws Only roam with a friend or two Y'all niggas' squares, y'all boxed in I'ma break y'all out them chains y'all locked in Lost in the sauce, can't find him These niggas sins that we [?] Doin' just what the fuck that we want Doin' it for the things that they don't Inspire brilliant minds that they won't Plantin' all the seeds that they want Sprinkle the water, watch how it grow Beggin' for a hit, we hit your mental Baby, I should rhyme by pushin' the keys though Maybe I should rhyme, but whoopin' the Benzo Flashin' all my chains that flooded my wrist though Would you like that? Tell me, would you like that? If I talk about the side-bitch nightcap How the brain is the best like a contest Wonder how I'm standin' right next to the pyrex, nigga Really on a low, I'm a contract killer Murder verses, beat the hook Leave 'em shook, young boy is a seasoned crook Like damn, he a veteran, keep pedallin' To these rubbles in the loot 'cause we speak the truth Not a day goes when you're searchin' just to find them pesos We ain't talkin' how we stackin' them Legos How we on a corner pinchin' like Pedro I ain't lost in the sauce for the queso But you know the money breed them a-holes [Chorus: GRIP] Ragù, Prego's, not a day goes by without these a-holes Talkin' 'bout how they stack they pesos Like Legos, what'a have you, ragù I think they lost in the sauce, nigga (Mhm)