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GRIP

"Platonic"

[Intro: Grip]
Uh, look

[Verse 1: Grip]
They don't wanna see me win
Back, like 23 again
Hope you n*ggas had a field day
Summer's coming, I'ma kill May
Murked June, I'ma murder July
Where you been, you never heard of this guy?
n*ggas flex 'bout what they purchasin', why?
Never been the type of person to lie
[?] to the trap
f*ck a pair of slacks, a shirt, and a tie
Had to get this sh*t the harder way
Me and Khary, Shaq and Penny Hardaway
f*ck around, and make the magic happen
Smoke and mirrors, like Imagine Dragons
Tryna' be active on radio
Taking off, up and away we go
[?] but some maybe-so's
Need the pesos, like ándale
Vámonos, rápido
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
To rap on tracks I'm tryna up the status quo'
Been on a whole 'nother wave
They know they can never surf with me
Only those that got it out the dirt with me
Rappers sayin' they the god
I'm guessin' I'm atheist, then
Dancin' with Satan again
They say I'm trippin'
'Cause I'm choosin' makin' money over makin' a friend, uh
That's just the space that I'm in
I'd rather keep it a buck
f*ck tryna' fake and pretend

[Chorus: Khary]
Mario dungeon, hundred they runnin'
sh*t you can't stomach, think you might vomit
Shoutout my bad b*tches, keep it platonic
I'd rather the money, I'd rather the money

[Verse 2: Khary]
Damn, where all my common sense go?
f*ck all your daps and pounds
Feet on the ground, channel the Flintstones
Boy down to Earth
Another verse could probably pay rent from
Get him a hearse
These n*ggas worse than the holes they take sh*ts from
Lately can't sleep, aye
Lately can't sleep, I be up in the mornin'
Don't got a job, but it's not unemployment
I know who I am, know I got the components
To conquer the world, while I scratch my cojones
Which makes the next line more important:
I'm goin' nuts
Don't give a f*ck, name on a list, don't need a plug
Don't need a plug, [???] trust us
Only wake up, I'm eating good
They in the dust
With my dead skin cells, wishin' them well
Damn, they lookin' sus
Even when I make a million, I might bet a billion
I promise to keep it a buck
I know for me there's no ceiling, the sky is revealing
The stars, I aligned with my bros
'Bout to tour in Europe, homie, you're up
The final countdown
n*ggas think they Randy
But more Shad Moss- I mean, Bow Wow
I know female dogs
Bad b*tches that want to pow wow
But I'd rather the money
I'm like, "Now, now," yeah

[Chorus: Khary]
Mario dungeon, hundred they runnin'
sh*t you can't stomach, think you might vomit
Shoutout my bad b*tches, keep it platonic
I'd rather the money, I'd rather the money

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