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Day Ones

Tee Grizzley

My Moment

2017

on 'em
I'ma die by what I stand for
I ain't scared to stand on my own
They tell you what you wanna hear
They only teach what they want you to know
I

Lil bro hysterical
We clown that boy in spite of him
Nike wit my bank, them checks come in they always right, not left
I smack on her cake, and then I

pave the way
I fade away into these backwoods I ain’t talkin bout no scenic route
This life done gave me lemons so you know I had to squeeze on you
Lil

and the Barbies
One time, all right If you hit her bro, bro, don't lie
At the end of the day, lil' ho fried and Sophia, still run my mind
All right, all my opps

You ain't talking no money, lil nigga, get to walking
Got a bad lil bitch that stay in Milwaukee
Came a long way from them little apartments
You

a lil' kid, Tracy used to sell Magnums

You ain't the one for me
You ain't got shit I need
You want me to take my time with ya, maybe I'm not your

Man the whole world know we up now
Big chain get flood now
Fuck nigga sit the fuck down
Only make you mad see these diamonds on me
Got the whole

dancing on me mean let me beat like producer ugh
You know lil mama had the cake-cake
Beat the brakes off, lemme see what you can take
Make it known I got

Everything she want, man she got it (got it)
Marble floors, orange like a pumpkin
House surrounded by a lil' army

Livin' in the mud (livin' in the mud)
I

Better know Lil' Chief Runna your dad
Hop in that coupe and let's race
All that hatin' don't get you no cake

Came in that bih', with my lil' K
Better stay

just grew to see it ruined by you imitations
I'm fast and I'm furious, plus I'm drastic and serious
You think you spittin' iller then you bastards

Father forgive me I sold my lil halo
I want the money bitch you keep the play doh
She ain't got titties but she got some cake though
Trappin so I can not

play my part
I got you bobbin
I got a lil twinkle in my eye everytime that I see you smiling
You think I'm wilin
Cause I say Tell them niggas in yo phone

shy but I know you a freak
Lil' baby (oh), everything you do is amazin' (yeah)
Ain't nobody watchin', go crazy (yeah)
I got what you need (yeah)

In 500 we trust (Interlude) 
I lost a lot here in these streets this shit to over welming 
My lil bro got killed in the field cause he ain't use

Foenem he with me, you know that you clutchin' a 50, on fully he quick to attack
She tryna lay up, I want my cake up, after I nut', no time to relax

on you in seconds
Lil' mama, we can kick it, but I got an important question
Who payin' for them trips, bitch, you work at 7-Eleven
Not me, not me, not me

on deck, new Benz sitting on offsets 
A young nigga made it out the projects


A young nigga made it out the projects 
A young nigga got it out the mud,

chain 
I hadda Prada my bae 
Mill on my brain 
I ain't have snot to my name 
Now I got knots in my safe 
I need the cake 
I'm Jenny Craig wit the weight

that I don't be shooting, but,lil  mama I'm still a thug
You come around me and I act like boosie, make you throw it up

I've been on my grind, I ain't

what i'm on
Saw you hit my phone
Girl drop that addy and lets see just wassup
Im automatic, gotta have it lil ass boy you better call ya daddy
Cleaning

Tryna Get My Cake Right,
Clippin On Bitches, Come Short & Ima Take Flight,
But Now Tha Law Got Me On Tha Unda,
I Heard They Snitchin Tryna Get Me FootBall

Will you come my way will you call me
They coming one by one yeah yeah
Nafika one by one yeah yeah yeah
You got the cake and the icing yeah
Only top

the kitchen mother fucking water whipping
I been blood gang but I got niggas that's still cripping
Catch me on my block you will never catch me slipping
Might