Grammys ft. Jae murda, Finest X & 222Unique Lyrics

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 got to stay strong

Left some friends at the bottom but you got to 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 got to stay strong

Left some friends at the bottom but you got to 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 little 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 and they mama they gone hate me till I drop

I did this 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 that 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 over flowing money came from that pain

Aiming for a Grammy everybody know my name

Ima say it now I want the money not the fame

All I wanna do is tell my story

Real street bitch can't take none from me

Never been a fool I won't ever 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