"Grits" lyrics
Ayo, fuck The Grammy's first and foremost
Probably shouldn't say that shit but lord knows the whole committee crooked as a precinct
I speak for the people, right now I'm just saying what we think
And I ain't salty, I'm just honest
But when you speaking the truth it sound like you speaking Ebonics
And I know that I'm worth it, I dig it up and unearth it
I killed the game and rebirthed it on purpose
And, boy, you know that I been ready to merk this
I'm over this, but just might hope for this
My shit is classic and y'all know it is
Man, they hate when the boy brag
Talk about the money he got in his Louis bag
Go back to rapping like you a dad, man, that shit is sad
They want you inside a box, especially one made of pine
Fuck that, I'm getting mine, fuck back
Like a nine, duck that
Logic verses hit the connect like cursive
Yo, getting lifted like a- check it
Getting lifted like a low jack
Logic-type beat, this a throwback
2011 I got my clothes back
Fuck a radio single, I'm in the cypher ready to mingle
We got it y'all, check it, listen
Ayo, ayo
Rapping just to rap, what the fuck happened to that?
No Pressure was my fade to black, but I guess I'm back
Grip the lightsaber like Count Dooku, my money buku
Musically I'm Son Goku meets U2
Fuck around and rap on a Logic-type beat from YouTube
Ayo, the whole reason that I done made this shit
After the millions of dollars that I made and shit
You see the business behind the rap game is played as shit
So I came back to spit
This ain't that Bobby Tarantino ratchet shit
This for the game, for the love on some racket shit
So sit back and enjoy as I let the guns deploy
Yo, ayo
Live in the now 'cause every moment is a present
A blessing, don't matter how much money you have or you don't, we be stressing
Remember couldn't pay the phone bill
I got homies went to college paying loans still
How you can apply for bankruptcy and wipe your debt clean
But you gotta pay back education from when you was eighteen
Shit's a pity, eighteen, the American dream
You have the opportunity to live in debt 'til you scream
This is a letter to the listener and the Supreme Court
When it comes to the citizens of your country, show support
My daddy ain't never pay me no child support
I was taught to rap good or excel in the court
'Cause if your family ain't got money, you coming up short
Rich kids had the treehouse, I had the pillow fort
When they was rocking PlayStation, I was on the OG NES
'Cause mom's job situation was never the steadiest
Grew up with nothing but somehow we made it better yet
That's why everyday I live as an appreciation
To God or whoever's responsible for my whole creation
Hard times but I always persevered it with patience
Like a doctor's office in G Berg praying I make it
Eatin' at Dogfish, the world said I'd never be shit
But that's exactly why I appreciate it
A kid came from humble beginnings
Peep the beginning and never the partial
Even lived in a trailer park as a kid like Marshall
But when I wanna reminisce I go driving
Memories in College Park we was barely surviving, shit
Life was hard but I ain't one to complain
On campus at UMD asking people for change
I mean, I guess I went to college but I ain't get no degree
Sleeping in 6ix's dorm room, chilling, cooking up beats
Pressing mixtapes on CDs we sold in the streets
Open mic on U Street like every other week
Grip the mic and they couldn't compete
A buck-ten soaking wet but on stage, yeah, you know I was swole
Late nights in the stu and then we hit the chili bowl
Looking up to Wale, Fat Trel, Phil Adé
Like "Damn, I hope that I get there one day"
I mean, one could pray, God, what do you say
Writing raps was the only thing I did all day, did shit our way
Bumping Mos, Nas and Jay
Erykah, Outkast, NWA
Diversifying my pallet to my taste today
But different dreams what I chase today
What's a youngin with a dream?
Don't let it waste away
What's a youngin with a dream?
Don't let it waste away
What's a youngin with a dream?
Don't let it waste away
What's a youngin with a dream?
Don't let it waste away
Uh, yeah
Probably shouldn't say that shit but lord knows the whole committee crooked as a precinct
I speak for the people, right now I'm just saying what we think
And I ain't salty, I'm just honest
But when you speaking the truth it sound like you speaking Ebonics
And I know that I'm worth it, I dig it up and unearth it
I killed the game and rebirthed it on purpose
And, boy, you know that I been ready to merk this
I'm over this, but just might hope for this
My shit is classic and y'all know it is
Man, they hate when the boy brag
Talk about the money he got in his Louis bag
Go back to rapping like you a dad, man, that shit is sad
They want you inside a box, especially one made of pine
Fuck that, I'm getting mine, fuck back
Like a nine, duck that
Logic verses hit the connect like cursive
Yo, getting lifted like a- check it
Getting lifted like a low jack
Logic-type beat, this a throwback
2011 I got my clothes back
Fuck a radio single, I'm in the cypher ready to mingle
We got it y'all, check it, listen
Ayo, ayo
Rapping just to rap, what the fuck happened to that?
No Pressure was my fade to black, but I guess I'm back
Grip the lightsaber like Count Dooku, my money buku
Musically I'm Son Goku meets U2
Fuck around and rap on a Logic-type beat from YouTube
Ayo, the whole reason that I done made this shit
After the millions of dollars that I made and shit
You see the business behind the rap game is played as shit
So I came back to spit
This ain't that Bobby Tarantino ratchet shit
This for the game, for the love on some racket shit
So sit back and enjoy as I let the guns deploy
Yo, ayo
Live in the now 'cause every moment is a present
A blessing, don't matter how much money you have or you don't, we be stressing
Remember couldn't pay the phone bill
I got homies went to college paying loans still
How you can apply for bankruptcy and wipe your debt clean
But you gotta pay back education from when you was eighteen
Shit's a pity, eighteen, the American dream
You have the opportunity to live in debt 'til you scream
This is a letter to the listener and the Supreme Court
When it comes to the citizens of your country, show support
My daddy ain't never pay me no child support
I was taught to rap good or excel in the court
'Cause if your family ain't got money, you coming up short
Rich kids had the treehouse, I had the pillow fort
When they was rocking PlayStation, I was on the OG NES
'Cause mom's job situation was never the steadiest
Grew up with nothing but somehow we made it better yet
That's why everyday I live as an appreciation
To God or whoever's responsible for my whole creation
Hard times but I always persevered it with patience
Like a doctor's office in G Berg praying I make it
Eatin' at Dogfish, the world said I'd never be shit
But that's exactly why I appreciate it
A kid came from humble beginnings
Peep the beginning and never the partial
Even lived in a trailer park as a kid like Marshall
But when I wanna reminisce I go driving
Memories in College Park we was barely surviving, shit
Life was hard but I ain't one to complain
On campus at UMD asking people for change
I mean, I guess I went to college but I ain't get no degree
Sleeping in 6ix's dorm room, chilling, cooking up beats
Pressing mixtapes on CDs we sold in the streets
Open mic on U Street like every other week
Grip the mic and they couldn't compete
A buck-ten soaking wet but on stage, yeah, you know I was swole
Late nights in the stu and then we hit the chili bowl
Looking up to Wale, Fat Trel, Phil Adé
Like "Damn, I hope that I get there one day"
I mean, one could pray, God, what do you say
Writing raps was the only thing I did all day, did shit our way
Bumping Mos, Nas and Jay
Erykah, Outkast, NWA
Diversifying my pallet to my taste today
But different dreams what I chase today
What's a youngin with a dream?
Don't let it waste away
What's a youngin with a dream?
Don't let it waste away
What's a youngin with a dream?
Don't let it waste away
What's a youngin with a dream?
Don't let it waste away
Uh, yeah
