Black Grammys Lyrics - Rockie Fresh

If Michael Jackson was alive right now 

He would want us to smoke one for him 

Double M, Self Made 3, let's go 

Folarin in this ma'fucka 

I'm just talking to you ma'fuckas 

If I don't make you niggas proud 

Then this should never be allowed 

Misunderstood, just over heads 

Just in your ears, although you deaf 

Killing my fitteds with no intent, I grew 'em better 

Like I'm under a goal post, I'm too official 

Extra point nigga, I forever kick it 

As far as lyrics I'm quite content with celibate living 

Wittingly unfuckwittable with these syllables 

And fuck your syllabi, lil nigga been to school 

The realest dude in the room in my groove 

And all my women come frequently as the summer's moon 

Keep talking 'bout ambition shit 

Brown women, brown liquor, I'm innocent 

And all these bitches don't know which body part they gon' pick 

Invite them to my mind but they end up on my dick 

Reminiscing upon my man Slick 

We from the jungle, the grimiest animal a pig 

As-salamu alaykum though, try to hit the Jummah 

Muhammed said you faking, though 

Somebody said "you winning, why BOA pray so much?" 

I said "you tripping, such winners make niggas pray on us" 

Dreams fulfilling they ain't capable of 

As I renovate a model but do raise up your cup 

Tell them niggas we never giving up 

And never lose us on this never ending revenue hunt 

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Uh, I did it for my family 

I'mma take my mama to the Grammy's 

And shoutout everybody that ever said that I can't be 

And show her everything that she taught done came in handy 

Yeah, everything fine and dandy 

Hurricane flow, dropped my album it was Sandy 

On another level so they couldn't understand me 

I guess I gotta take what I want like Meyer Lansky 

Shore is 'bout to get back, put your feet up and sit back 

Barely went gold but I got money just like I went plat 

You get that? Look like I went diamond where my wrist at 

I eat a nigga first four bars without a Kit Kat, pause 

Let me get that, oh, how you get that far 

Cause when I ran out of gas I had to push that car 

And when I ran out of cash I had to push that hard 

Like Chris Paul when he push that ball, you dig? 

I ain't even used to look that far, you dig? 

I learned to hustle when I took that loss, I did 

18 when I took that charge 

Time to retire old niggas like they did Brett Favre, you dig? 

New flows and new hoes 

Now I'm switching Ferrari's just like I do clothes 

I run a business my nigga, I don't just do shows 

I don't just rhyme nigga, all I know is grind nigga 

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I'm looking at the plan like this shit might work 

But if it don't work then this shit might hurt 

We made first and goal now we gotta convert 

Gotta get a couple mill, then go for dessert 

I'm tryna break the bank, I ain't breaking the news 

That negative attention be the reason we lose 

Instead of paying bills niggas wanna buy shoes 

If it's money over bitches, is it that hard to choose? 

Give these fuck niggas some fame 

9 times out of 10 they wouldn't even sustain 

You can tear they ass apart and let the pussy remain 

Until the industry fuck 'em and then they no one again 

I always been me, I was never ashamed 

I understand that no man's path is the same 

And when you not lying you're even harder to tame 

If you ever tell the truth then you free in the game 

Nigga don't be a statistic 

How your main bitch sending me pictures? 

Feeling futuristic might buy me a Fisker 

Or a time machine to make the process quicker 

I ain't with the waiting but I stay patient 

I take work trips, I don't take vacations 

I'm headed to the top where I stay stationed 

Yeah nigga, I stay stationed 

And I ain't with the drama, don't look back for that 

The flow got more crack than the trap you at 

I'm done with bitter bitches, it's a wrap for that 

If your a angry bird, it's an app for that 

I waited for a minute for this plan to hatch 

And now I'm back with a brand new batch 

Yeah, and it feel good when it go like that 

I spend quick and make the dough right back 

This never before rehearsed, it was wrote on site 

To slit a nigga throat on sight 

Took a whole lot of punches like the Cotto fight 

Cole world, zip your coat up tight 

I put your soul on nice 

Illiterate, the boy don't write 

Never met a beat that the flow don't like, it's cold 

Young CO, L.E. call me Neo 

And If I ain't the one I'm the prototype 

Insane how I rhyme 

All I do is brainstorm then I rain down lines 

Shame y'all lying, me I'm the truth 

Dog eat dog world nigga we on the loose 

Niggas don't wanna hang, I'm the tree, I'm the noose 

You lil pups couldn't pee on my roots 

Touch the beat, oh, I could be a masseuse 

Thoughts black, I should be in The Roots 

While y'all foulin', me I just shoot 

Fallon, Jimmy, nigga 

Ask for it nice, now it's gimmie nigga 

Once poor now it's plenty, nigga 

Still want more, no Demi, nigga 

Serve niggas quick like Denny's 

Got penny's for my thoughts, now look what I done bought 

Did the most with what I was taught 

A Carolina nigga bound to be the greatest is a helluva start 

It's Cole... World... nigga