Grammys (feat. Jae murda, Finest X & 222Unique)

Random shots in the dark While I'm posted on the block Through the eyes you can see to my soul And my tempers hot In the zone trying to hold on but it's hard The definition of finest i spit it on over bar 16 hot and a motherfucker ready for war I can feel it in the air Slamming Cadillac doors Influenced by a TRU nigga ain't no fear in death Breather life nigga I spit it until my last breath V I S I O N morherfucking plug This the Finest Music thug Ride for mine until my casket close I love my niggas to death and that's fo sho Mile High City sitting in the back drop I ball harder then these niggas on the black top Picture a thug nigga posted up at the Grammys On stage receiving my award With the rest of my family The pain don't stop The rain gone fall The Grammys gone come And we gone ball Go hard or go home and you gotta stay strong Left some friends at the bottom But you gotta move on Pain don't stop The rain gone fall The Grammys gone come And we gone ball Go hard or go home and you gotta stay strong Left some friends at the bottom But you gotta move on for real New coupe riding Feelings got me gliding Lying near the killers yeah the city I reside in Chi Town veteran I shot down residents Sick lol nigga so I broke down medicine Syrup got me slowed up Chris keep it poled up In the club bitches play our song cause the know us Hot lil nigga bout to take over the land V&V to get a Grammy that's the plan Real nigga what up Grammys couldn't ever change me That's just how I go Real nigga so I played by the G Code Get it back and stay solid I just play my role We was something like the Migos Then you went and told Grammys up the road Bitch we gone make it If I got the chance nigga ima take it I just want to show my mama that I made it V V V on top lol nigga we the greatest The pain don't stop The rain gone fall The Grammys gone come And we gone ball Go hard or go home and you gotta stay strong Left some friends at the bottom But you gotta move on Pain don't stop The rain gone fall The Grammys gone come And we gone ball Go hard or go home and you gotta stay strong Left some friends at the bottom But you gotta move on for real I came up from da bottom Headed strait to the top A lotta bitches follow And they wanna see me flop Fuck em n dey mama They gone hate me till I drop I did dis on my own I made myself hot All da nights I cried I was there by myself Ain't nobody care When I had no food left Words can't describe The pain det I felt Baby boy stomach growlin I ain't have no help Now I'm on a come up Gettin paid for that rain Pockets ova flowin Money came from that pain Aimin for a Grammy Erebody know my name Ima say it now I want da money not da fame All I wanna do is tell my story Real street bitch can't take none from me Neva been a fool i won't Eva be a dummy Made it to da top at da bottom I was lonely The pain don't stop The rain gone fall The Grammys gone come And we gone ball Go hard or go home and you gotta stay strong Left some friends at the bottom But you gotta move on Pain don't stop The rain gone fall The Grammys gone come And we gone ball Go hard or go home and you gotta stay strong Left some friends at the bottom But you gotta move on for real