G.R.I.T.

We've fought our battles through 50 years

And since the very first day that we met, you've never beaten me even once

You liar. Hypocrite. You're a sham. You never really became a hermit. You're envious. I know

You want to be the master of Eagle Claw instead of me. That's why you want to see me dead

Smack it

Put the 12 in a box, but I never been a boxer. For every mob role I played, I won an Oscar

My hitter come and eat anything like he's an Oscar. You was just a noodle, my nigga, an imposter

FNs and ARs sent you to your graveyard. Every chance we got to play, we had to play hard

Waking up, rubbing my eyes, look at the sun. My mother was a Christian, my daddy was a gun

Gunpowder prescription, marijuana addiction. Go to LA or Oak Park to eat fixin'