DIVV - G.R.A.M.M.Y

I wanna thank my pops for believing in my music
Wanna thank my sister, without her, I couldn't do it
I wanna thank my mom even though she has no clue
But I guess 'cause she's my mother
I gotta thank my mama too
And I wanna thank my teachers who never noticed me
I wanna thank my friends, always down they holding me
I wanna thank my haters, who believe that I can't kill shit
'Cause when I win this grammy best believe they gonna feel shit
I wanna thank the nights, that I spent alone
I wanna thank my notes app, where I write my wrongs
I wanna thank the pain I continue to feel
I wanna thank the weed, that doesn't make it real
Spit on a mic, over a beat, and then I twist it
Secret to sanity, this feeling been what I'm missing
They say I'm like Nas and they say I'm like X
I get it I'm a goat, I respond with say less
They can break you into pieces, not break your peace inside
People make anything up, except the bed where they lie
Put enough in the future, its a present of return
They forget that being smart is equal to being earned
Working hard for achievements, I'm completing my story
I play this life like a game, to win my PlayStation trophies
I'm a beast when I'm focused
I hit my target don't miss
Vigilance when I walk, keep my candles lit
I'm a prodigy that's raise havoc
I get lit everywhere, places you cant imagine
Y'all don't add no advantage, that's why I stay subtracting
I'm riding solo, slapping bozos, I do it with passion
I'll smoke you out like a Carter, flow like Lil Wayne
Old soul like my mother I'm stuck in my ways
But I can get out of my ways, and take a new path
'Cause I will never walk a road another nigga paved
16 young face, ill stay young forever
But I'm growing in my mind, every day I'm better
26 mentally, and I'm a go-getter
Foot is out the grave, I dug myself out got the whole shovel
DIV
Die in Victory
Spell it out
Yall ain't getting in my bubble, or ima air it out
I always think outside the box, that's why they check me out
Losses can be lessons well okay I'm handing lessons out
I got a lot of things on my chest, I need to get off
A lot of trauma I need to deal with and need to heal from
But ain't no stopping me, no position's ever handed
Ima win that Grammy and make life my advantage
Ball out, Thug out, I don't got emotions
Handing niggas asses, I ain't handing yall no tokens
Stay attentive, you won't ever see me losing focus
Sleep all you want but real niggas awoken

Written by:
Diviniti Pinkney

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