[Chorus: GRIP]
I done fell off in the spot with all my n***as (Uh)
Ayy, for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)
And for the homies up the road, n***a, you know how it goes
I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture
Ayy, ayy, I done fell off in the spot with all my n***as (Uh)
And for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)
And for the homies up the road, n***a, you know how it goes
I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture

[Verse 1: Tate228 with GRIP]
Okay, now hol' up, hol' up, hol' up (Hol' up)
See the world through these lenses (Yeah)
Photos outta them prisons
But my father never showed up
Special cloth with this garment
This fabric n***as ain't cut from (Nah)
Gotta be careful when you walking
We targets n***as a gun for (Bah!)
Another victim to another teen, he sing
"I been off the porch since thirteen
Off the porch since thirteen"
Know how to cook it, if they want beef
All my n***as starving, so we gon' eat
Trust me boy, we gon' eat, damn, the rotation of all them lifers (Uh)
We just picked up that cycle, but shoulda picked up a bible (Boy)
Some n***as picked up a college, others picked up a rifle (Bang)
It's a struggle but we brothers, been working I can't be idle
So when we flick up, it's a jail pose
Corner chillin', jail pose, don't know you
You ain't call before you come through? Thats a hell no
What the fuck you thinking? Lil' n***as killing for Lincolns
Just imagine all that tragedy they causing for a Franklin
Got double cups so they drankin' (Uh-huh)
Percs and Xanny’s they basis (Dang)
Apocalypse of the zombies, see it all in they faces
N***as been needing straightening, that tool a fix 'em like braces
Heart been racing, you been pacing
This picture you gotta face it
Fuck around and get a tummy tuck
Out here getting yo money up
That’s tragic, n***as laughing
But I ain't seeing what's funny, bruh (Nah)
Damn, that's how the story goes
Let's take this pic but tag me in it
So I can show them hoes
But first let me do my pose (it's Tate, n***a)
[Chorus: GRIP]
I done fell off in the spot with all my n***as (Uh)
Ayy, for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)
And for the homies up the road, n***a, you know how it goes
I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture
Ayy, ayy, I done fell off in the spot with all my n***as (Uh)
And for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)
And for the homies up the road, n***a, you know how it goes
I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture

[Verse 2: GRIP]
Uh, I know n***as state property living with no fucks or apologies given
Poverty stricken, like what's the odds of me getting a winning lottery ticket?
Better off robbing and licking
Done seen shit that make a model Christian question God and religion
Out the bottles we sipping, deuce deuce in a brown bag
.30 round mags, don't be around when they down bad
Career crooks that never came up with smarter tactics
To get this bread, so instead they mastered the art of jackin'
For starter jackets they aiming at you like target practice
Run streets like track meet, that don't exhaust a savage
Tryna come across some cabbage to cover the cost of habits
Causing static, peel addicts with automatics
Searching for percies, they lurking for them xan's
N***as ain't washing cars but they squirting at Sedans
Mercy, mercy on me I ask of mercy from the man
N***as hurting for them bands but getting murked ain't in the plan so while I'm still here
I gotta pose, life's got a lot of lows, often we bottle those in and keep the bottle closed
Shh, don't tell not a soul, keep hiding the pain
It's a sign of weakness and only the strong survive in this game
See that's that shit that we was taught as some young n***as
But now we grown and it's one of them things we brung with us
You see our prison is our mindset, but before my cell close
Just take this picture of me first, while I do my jail pose
[Chorus: GRIP]
I done fell off in the spot with all my n***as (Uh)
Ayy, for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)
And for the homies up the road, n***a, you know how it goes
I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture
Ayy, ayy, I done fell off in the spot with all my n***as (Uh)
And for the one no longer here I pour some liquor (Uh)
And for the homies up the road, n***a, you know how it goes
I'ma strike a jail pose for the picture