Grip – Popular Demand Lyrics

GRIP – Popular Demand Lyrics

Popular Demand Lyrics by Grip

[Verse 1]
Might just pull a DMX and drop two in a year
More truth to spew in your ears in lieu of my peers
A loose screw in the mood to ruin careers
Y’all think these niggas tough? (These niggas?)
Look me in my eyes, do it look like I really give a fuck?
The game is all twisted, niggas selling out to get a buck
A chain and flawed pendant, they claim they authentic
Too many names to call, I aim at y’all and paint the walls crimson
I came to cause tension
Threw flamers all through my last shit, my brain evolved since then
But the pen ain’t reached its pinnacle
Niggas is minuscule, mental identical with middle school
Mimicking gimmicky nigga interviews
Then wonder why they not winning
Too worried ’bout hot women and tennis shoes
Even when I’m not locked in, I’m top tenning it
Deadass like I rock Timberlands, the block trembling (Why?)
TU! got the bass thumping, I’ll do the rest
Y’all sayin’ who the best? I ain’t too impressed, and so I’m

[Chorus]
Back by popular demand (Popular demand)
Niggas plotting on on my mans, we gon’ drop ’em where he stand
Whole posse getting bands, got ’em copyin’ the plans (Copyin’)
Had a pocket full of grams
But these days I need the profit in advance
Back by popular demand (Popular demand)
Niggas plotting on on my mans, we gon’ drop ’em where he stand
Whole posse getting bands, got ’em copyin’ the plans (Copyin’)
Had a pocket full of grams
But these days I need the profit in advance

[Verse 2]
A prophet stacking a profit, packing a rocket in my jacket pocket
One in the head, I don’t have to cock it
Niggas actin’, stop it, my shit slap from Old Nat to Brockett
Okay, we got it, GRIP, back to topic
Okay, I gotta die rich (Why?), ’cause I grew up poor
Seen lives expire from age, I seen a few cut short
I seen them Glocks busting, cops rushing through front doors
My city on fire, I know that I can do much more
Maybe I’ll show these lil’ niggas they can be like me
Trade in all of my designer for a clean white tee
Or maybe I don’t and tell them I do it for motivation
And they get more impatient, more robbing and home invasions
More dealing, more killings, mugshots with no feelings
Cell blocks get more tenants, that ain’t your business
Maybe you right, maybe I’m better off oblivious
Get rich and act like I never witnessed it, so I’ll be

[Chorus]
Back by popular demand (Popular demand)
Niggas plotting on on my mans, we gon’ drop ’em where he stand
Whole posse getting bands, got ’em copyin’ the plans (Copyin’)
Had a pocket full of grams
But these days I need the profit in advance
Back by popular demand (Popular demand)
Niggas plotting on on my mans, we gon’ drop ’em where he stand
Whole posse getting bands, got ’em copyin’ the plans (Copyin’)
Had a pocket full of grams
But these days I need the profit in advance