Grip - At What Cost? lyrics

[Hook] There's some confusion about nooses Guess our lessons ain't been learned There's a contusion in our music Guess our trauma ain't been earned I realize my sacrifice Don't mean sh*t to my masters burn All of this sh*t down to the ground Until ownership gets its turn [Verse 1] We been rapping for pennies for half of a century Laughing to mask the fact that I'm basking in envy Mastered the craft now they use my masters against me Advance me some cash after taxes I'm practically empty Slowly losing my passion the path of an emcee Got me gasping passing the Henny and grasping the semi ni**as think cause I dropped a classic I'm doing better Like I got a slew of cheddar If only you knew my thoughts of pursuing a new endeavor They saying Grip you can't give up on the music never I quit is something you could never say It's funny, they act like I just started rapping yesterday Fact of the matter is, you ni**as just started pressing play I met a man who's pupils were dollar signs He made a deal that promised I won't be forgot in time But here's the catch Every single rhyme you jot is mine, not a problem, fine Just put your name on this dotted line [Hook] There's some confusion about nooses Guess our lessons ain't been learned There's a contusion in our music Guess our trauma ain't been earned I realize my sacrifice Don't mean sh*t to my masters burn All of this sh*t down to the ground Until ownership gets its turn [Verse 2] Product of the madness sold as product to the masses From poverty we ba*tards so we flashing in high fashion Never learned cash money so when earned cash money We burned cash money, ghetto stars turned crash dummies In foreign cars, that's leased and Audemars with links We had to buss down for all them times a ni**a had to bus it Spent like half the budget to put some gas in the bucket Down to your last like fu*k it if I was a lad who's dad had duckets Would I give this biz the green light If I knew the words I sing might put me on a string like puppets Controlled by japeto from ghetto to ghetto Kiss your hood goodbye and tell Hollywood hello But old habits die hard and where I'm from we die young Cause we can't let bygones be bygones so we buy guns And when you caught slipping, they gone make a killing off your killing And the cycle continues for your children, damn [Hook] There's some confusion about nooses Guess our lessons ain't been learned There's a contusion in our music Guess our trauma ain't been earned I realize my sacrifice Don't mean sh*t to my masters burn All of this sh*t down to the ground Until ownership gets its turn