Jayy Grams
When momma was cooking pasta was brewing up a union the crew and me could be mobsters it's either you be doing or you in the hoodest roster it's first or be the slouch in the back you got crooked posture could win a Oscar and make a real proud family I think I lost my mind they tried to steal my sanity but they brought it back you living fiction this the art of fact an ancient as a artifact I'm painting like it's art in fact it is dummy leaving me wit reasons to not fear nothin suit and tie ya team a Tailored gang you thinking wiz coming wtf's a lil this and that need a lil grip of stacks leave a willow missing jack if he f*ck wit me cuz I just look at all you niggass raps as kitchen cutlery I see you as some food then bring it back you practice butlery nigga you not the fi you really suck to me nigga it's young grams onna track you know wassup wit me
Hayelo
They don't wanna see me shine
They want the rough to eat the diamond
Takin down the goal we eying
Plotting while we steady climbing
This that round table talk
We just working we just planning
Looking back on the journey
Young niggas just reflecting
Palace trunks but it used be gym shorts
Having fun on the court missin 3points
In my mind I was feeling like Igor
Had hunch the a nigga finna see more
No humpback just a feeling that I couldn't shake
Every night everyday fill another page
With a little pain and a little rage
And a little message And a different name
Still the same me but still ever changing
Tryna change the game can't let it change me
While tryna change the world like a baby
Time to separate the crop from the tare
I leave em hanging from a branch leg locked in a snare
And you can bet that them Delilah's bent on lopping ya hair
So I be vigilant and distant at the top of the stairs
Every step was a battle so I fought be here
Rip the heart up out a monarch then I poppin the chain
Vonn WIlda
It's strange coming of age
Im looking at pain different
In the mirror its still the same
But not the same nigga
I guess you thinking same difference
Life goes on as i was told
Niggas died in that sentence
Never fold or shatter
Til death im never gon claim different
Every battled rocked in the rain
So if i get sprayed i guess made for me
Living life no limit
Only range im tryn know is range rover
Swerve bitch this ain't herbo
Bird vision im seeing cobras
My vendetta embedded tryna constantly
Kill my old self
All the love that i done thrown out
I ain't get back in return
Block buster its time to show out
Since they think its all film
You faking the funk
Niggas cant even be real wit theyself
I been knew wassup
I felt these niggas vibe from the get
Now im getting gone
I might just save like 15%
To give em assurance
That von ain't even really wild yet
I keep em for torture
We make it hard for y'all to digest
We don't got the same hunger
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Jayy Grams
When momma was cooking pasta was brewing up a union the crew and me could be mobsters it's either you be doing or you in the hoodest roster it's first or be the slouch in the back you got crooked posture could win a Oscar and make a real proud family I think I lost my mind they tried to steal my sanity but they brought it back you living fiction this the art of fact an ancient as a artifact I'm painting like it's art in fact it is dummy leaving me wit reasons to not fear nothin suit and tie ya team a Tailored gang you thinking wiz coming wtf's a lil this and that need a lil grip of stacks leave a willow missing jack if he f*ck wit me cuz I just look at all you niggass raps as kitchen cutlery I see you as some food then bring it back you practice butlery nigga you not the fi you really suck to me nigga it's young grams onna track you know wassup wit me
Hayelo
They don't wanna see me shine
They want the rough to eat the diamond
Takin down the goal we eying
Plotting while we steady climbing
This that round table talk
We just working we just planning
Looking back on the journey
Young niggas just reflecting
Palace trunks but it used be gym shorts
Having fun on the court missin 3points
In my mind I was feeling like Igor
Had hunch the a nigga finna see more
No humpback just a feeling that I couldn't shake
Every night everyday fill another page
With a little pain and a little rage
And a little message And a different name
Still the same me but still ever changing
Tryna change the game can't let it change me
While tryna change the world like a baby
Time to separate the crop from the tare
I leave em hanging from a branch leg locked in a snare
And you can bet that them Delilah's bent on lopping ya hair
So I be vigilant and distant at the top of the stairs
Every step was a battle so I fought be here
Rip the heart up out a monarch then I poppin the chain
Vonn WIlda
It's strange coming of age
Im looking at pain different
In the mirror its still the same
But not the same nigga
I guess you thinking same difference
Life goes on as i was told
Niggas died in that sentence
Never fold or shatter
Til death im never gon claim different
Every battled rocked in the rain
So if i get sprayed i guess made for me
Living life no limit
Only range im tryn know is range rover
Swerve bitch this ain't herbo
Bird vision im seeing cobras
My vendetta embedded tryna constantly
Kill my old self
All the love that i done thrown out
I ain't get back in return
Block buster its time to show out
Since they think its all film
You faking the funk
Niggas cant even be real wit theyself
I been knew wassup
I felt these niggas vibe from the get
Now im getting gone
I might just save like 15%
To give em assurance
That von ain't even really wild yet
I keep em for torture
We make it hard for y'all to digest
We don't got the same hunger
When momma was cooking pasta was brewing up a union the crew and me could be mobsters it's either you be doing or you in the hoodest roster it's first or be the slouch in the back you got crooked posture could win a Oscar and make a real proud family I think I lost my mind they tried to steal my sanity but they brought it back you living fiction this the art of fact an ancient as a artifact I'm painting like it's art in fact it is dummy leaving me wit reasons to not fear nothin suit and tie ya team a Tailored gang you thinking wiz coming wtf's a lil this and that need a lil grip of stacks leave a willow missing jack if he f*ck wit me cuz I just look at all you niggass raps as kitchen cutlery I see you as some food then bring it back you practice butlery nigga you not the fi you really suck to me nigga it's young grams onna track you know wassup wit me
Hayelo
They don't wanna see me shine
They want the rough to eat the diamond
Takin down the goal we eying
Plotting while we steady climbing
This that round table talk
We just working we just planning
Looking back on the journey
Young niggas just reflecting
Palace trunks but it used be gym shorts
Having fun on the court missin 3points
In my mind I was feeling like Igor
Had hunch the a nigga finna see more
No humpback just a feeling that I couldn't shake
Every night everyday fill another page
With a little pain and a little rage
And a little message And a different name
Still the same me but still ever changing
Tryna change the game can't let it change me
While tryna change the world like a baby
Time to separate the crop from the tare
I leave em hanging from a branch leg locked in a snare
And you can bet that them Delilah's bent on lopping ya hair
So I be vigilant and distant at the top of the stairs
Every step was a battle so I fought be here
Rip the heart up out a monarch then I poppin the chain
Vonn WIlda
It's strange coming of age
Im looking at pain different
In the mirror its still the same
But not the same nigga
I guess you thinking same difference
Life goes on as i was told
Niggas died in that sentence
Never fold or shatter
Til death im never gon claim different
Every battled rocked in the rain
So if i get sprayed i guess made for me
Living life no limit
Only range im tryn know is range rover
Swerve bitch this ain't herbo
Bird vision im seeing cobras
My vendetta embedded tryna constantly
Kill my old self
All the love that i done thrown out
I ain't get back in return
Block buster its time to show out
Since they think its all film
You faking the funk
Niggas cant even be real wit theyself
I been knew wassup
I felt these niggas vibe from the get
Now im getting gone
I might just save like 15%
To give em assurance
That von ain't even really wild yet
I keep em for torture
We make it hard for y'all to digest
We don't got the same hunger
Writer: Lomar Brown, Justin McDonald, Deonte Jovon Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.