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you see when you glance in my eyes
Don't judge a book by its cover may surprise
No brain surgeon but I run thru her mind
cnd these diamonds don't hit

climb this mountain, more I lose my grounding
Dashing like Dame to rock the nation in the west
America to me is a hypocrite at best
I studied your Grammy

We been high up we ain’t doing shit lowkey
Women they calling but they don’t not know me
Need me a Grammy I work for the trophy
Shoutout the rappers

on the comeback
At the rate I'm going
Grammys in the view
Baby please don't kill my vibe, no
I'm with the crew
Drinking bangs on the daily
Yeah, It's what I do

Still Standing

Z-Ro

4/20 the Smokers Anthem

2006

known to blind hoes like Stevie
Believe me, outstanding with my family
From me and Z-Ro and Lil' Flex at the Grammy
Boss player from Texas, you could

Griselda
Yeah, nigga
By fashion rebels
We take the blicks when we go to Quad, nigga
You seen what happened to Pac, right?
We ain't fuckin' with

we finna make it bro
Tell 'em Kamikaze
Uh, we gon' get it by any means
Growing up niggas told me I could do anything
Make it on any team, a nigga with

a way to get myself out the mud
It's hard to make it out the hood unless you die by a gun
Don't let them trick you off the streets, it's a part

movin' grams
To a Grammy nomination
I done seen all kinds of hatred
Since the day of my invasion
Now it come, smiley faces
Foes by the congregation

them panties
I be on ice so much, these fuckin' cups come from Stanley
And if it tickle my fancy, I'll do a gram at the Grammys
This shit too easy to do

of my own selfish ways
Run numbers up to get Grammys in my face
I feel like a coach just cuz I'm makin plays
Gon feel like outer space when stars in my

stay low
And watch the day go by
Reach for the stars, don’t let ‘em tell you that it ain’t no sky
Tell the devil that it ain’t gone fly
Like an eagle

feeling like a bee cause you know I'm still buzzing
Coming back home Grammy food still bussing
Yeah hitting up the stu spitting with my lil cousin
Tryna

When I spray, you better duck, haze jar in the car
About to blaze it in the Dutch, by the time the blunt gone, you see a hater in the dust
The razor in

sell many songs

Yo
Some rappers would push their own granny
Off a bus for a Grammy
Or some chucky for some Charlie
Addicted to the swally and celebrity

a chrome
People think that i’m hostage im locked in my home
But i do it by choice
Just ask all of the boys
I grind for the passion bitch leave me alone
I

grind you can tell by the progress
Why she having that pride
Her only fans ain't making a dime
Every nigga town done dicked shorty down
Now she trynna be

the back seat
My name on they tongue like they calling a taxi
My sickness be working swear I need a vaccine
Goin up Grammy I'll get it in passing
Huh yea do

Live everyday by any means
Imagine me hitting it way out the park
I gotta pray gotta family to feed
Puttin the work in I'm linked with my dawgs
Trynna be

coming in
I can't help but think about my city
It's poor by the way
Lagos how far with Lagos on a Monday
Traffic is as bad as the news on the front page

olympics they fall out
Awe wow need a Grammy now goin senile
I freestyle my hand me downs like a free style
And I be on some shit now
Alexa writing it down

get complacent there, the fear of God is in my fists
When I appear it's gone feel like the end of days in here
Tell the Grammys I said thank you in

to blow like L's at the end of my show
Give me a Grammy an Oscar and about two golden globes
Stepping off the stage they'll throw me two dozen roses

'bout
Ready to slide to your house
Ready to meet your mama
Your daddy
Your family
Ready to win this Grammy
Ready to put my music out
Ready to stop playing