Name: Placebo
Duration: 4 min 5 s
Description: Слушайте песню Placebo - Grip, Royce da 59 онлайн с альбома I Died For This!? в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:05. Год выхода - 2021

I Died For This!?

Grip

Enter Stage Right

Wiley From Atlanta

And the Eulogy Read!?

Hands Up!

IDFT!?

Momma Told Me!

Wara

Gutter!

Dead Cassettes

JDDTTINT!?

A Soldier's Story?

Eminem

Walkthrough!

Tate228

The Lox!

Big Rube

Enem3?

AHyes

ConMan?

Royce da 59

Placebo

Hip-Hop

Got a verbal machine gun, you never seen one

Vocab throw jabs, you thought a bee stung, you thought your shit was heat, huh?

The fuck you get that beat from? Go get a refund

You gotta reload, infinite clips like I got the cheat code

Spittin' a brick like I copped from Chico

You wasn't in the mix, you watched through peephole

Starin' out the window, witnessin' livin' at a quicker tempo

But ain't no reset, this not Nintendo, our life was preset

Dark is a defect, you got the remote, you take your seat yet?

I ain't no preacher, don't be callin' me woke, just ain't been sleep yet

This ain't for V necks, go get your pea coat, I see your feet cold

Just take a deep breath and watch me heat check all of your heroes

They didn't heal you, that's just placebo

My alter ego get all the respect, but if you see, bro

Off in the streets, bet your ass would relapse

If you ain't know that he raps like, fuck the verses, he'll clutch your purses

My stream of income through a streaming service

If you don't listen, they gon' deem me worthless, so I need every purchase

That's why I'm steady workin', I'm a heady person

So I go through dry spells, but this shit feel like a levy burstin' (yeah)

Open the floodgates, they knew I was special after that Snub tape

Just thought l'd touch base, this is the update

COVID constantly, code red boundaries, how could we?

While gossiping, culturally grow responsibly?

Cops are the opps to me, cokeheads cop from me

Rolex watch on me, feds clockin' me, we own less

Property, atrocity, mo' debt, invest stock in the oppressed

Told y'all 'bout them Jim Crow laws, that's more-less prophecy

Against odds, my cards be stacked, my Wall Street black

I dreamt all would pay me in health, it's degrading to do pilates

Generational wealth, niggas say we Illuminati

To be religiously Christian versus dissettlement

Perfect embezzlement, bitch, we get in, worship the devil, rich

Melanin vibration indebted to God, gracious

They scared of Sanaa Lathan, genetic annihilation, uh

This ain't what B.I.G. meant when he came and kicked in your door

New whip for niggas that walk, look rich for niggas that's poor

You bang for niggas that's soft, new chain for niggas that floss

You sin for niggas, that's God, you win for niggas, that's lost all

Them top models come out with the see-through panties

I bleed blue Brandy and Art Basel by the Hebru Brantley's

Shit, I'm entitled to whites, so I got Harvard on my app

The opps just be callin' me light, then my Glock falls into my lap

Them execs suspended your record that'll send you an extra exorcism

So keep your respect, we just reap the regrets of nepotism

I'll dollar bill you or check, but you got to be specific

I got to keep you in check, so you got to be complicit

From A to Z, only you can compare with the streets

But only we can keep playing musical chairs with the seats

Shit, and I'm black, so I got a target on my back

(Where you at?) Atlanta, Georgia, where I started on the map

Was bargainin' for scraps, they lethargic, I'm bargin' in for racks

The margin is startlin', this who you thought was harder with the raps?

What's the argument? Really ain't no guardin' him, in fact

I step back, let it fly, I'm James Harden with the strap

Might just travel wit' it, to get a shot off in the clutch

We both paid to be the boss, but it ain't cost you as much

And even bosses get touched, so keep your head on a swivel

And pray you end up at the top and not dead in the middle

Out-of-towners pull up with diamonds and they bezel and dentals

Think shit sweet 'til lil' niggas pump lead in your rental, ha

Got 'em duckin' shots, the juggernaut to stuff you in a fuckin' box

I just checked the mud on top, you dug the plot

I tuck the Glock from which the slugs was popped that struck the ops

Who thought this shit was butterscotch? I'm finna crank this up a notch

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