Sayntt - 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

Written by:
Christopher Mitchell, Jovan Washington, Raven Marion, Xavier Valdez-Mitchell

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