Grip – “Gutter” (ft. Wara) [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Musical artist, Grip unveils the visual for the Wara-assisted “Gutter” song produced by TU!. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Grip Gutter

Halfway through the song, he raps “I idolize any legend that came before me,” and it’s clear that worked out in his favor. On top of already being bestowed onto Eminem’s label, placing all memes about the rapper aside, Grip’s set of influences ranges from Nas to Nirvana: and while that may just sound like he’s been shopping the graphic tees at Urban Outfitters, there are genuine tidbits of each respective genre that are made pretty notable on “Gutter.”

On top of already being signed to a major sublabel, the rapper has been getting his name around thanks to garnering plays through getting thrown on Madden NFL 20 as well as HBO’s Euphoria.

Grip – Gutter (ft. Wara) (prod. TU!)

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Lyrics

My daddy no soldier like the niggas on Mory (on Mory)
You wouldn’t know though unless I gave you my story (You my what?)
If you not addict or dealer I guess you boring (If you)
You need a gimmick I find that shit to be corny (If you corny)
I used to dream ’bout this shit when I was a shorty
I idolized many legends that came before me
I used to want all the money, fame and the glory (what else)
A Grammy in Best Album category
Back to Civilware, favor pay eating ass nigga
[?] on the floor sleeping ass nigga
If your friend’s kitchen faucet leaking ass, nigga
Off the gas and liquor, down to my last nickle

What would you do if you came from the gutter
To a gang nigga some change and there’s chain for your juggers
And you saying back the pain that pretended to your color
Just avoid to get to placed by some lame motherfuckers

How you figure I’m lavish in life, nigga?
Ain’t picking no sigh with ya, we gon’ ride till we die
Look at a nigga like switches, I’m bout my riches
When we step up in the building, put your hands in the sky
And put your hands in the sky
And put your hands in the sky

Back with revenges, [?]
Rappers pretending, I really squeezed the ratchet and end it
Compare me to who? All of these niggas wack and I’m offended
I told them I was top 5, and I actually meant it
Not slacking a minute, I’m actually ahead of it
My past is your present tense
[?]
A veteran, the jacket a letterman
[?]
Far beyond the image, this is trap and rapping in your partner’s Honda Civic
Or that county jail your mama visit, to see if a bomb was given
Cause you took a chance to advance to a life you ain’t finna living
Why would I be found a critic

What would you do if you came from the gutter
To a gang nigga some changes and there’s chain for your juggers
And you saying back the pain that pretended to your color
Just avoid to get to placed by some lame motherfuckers