Nickelus F - Grammy Shit lyrics

rate me

[Intro:]

Ya might as take the music ready,

Cause this feeling is gonna take a while, homie!

When I had my accident, I found out in that moment

Nothing in life is promised except death.

If you have the opportunity to play this game called life,

You need appreciate every moment.

A lot of people don't appreciate their moment until it's passed.

And then you got to tell those Al Bundy stories:

'You remember when I'

Right now, it's my time and my moment,

Thanks to the fans, thanks to the accident,

Thanks to God, thanks to my mother,

Everyone that's helped me.

And I plan, I plan to celebrate

I plan to celebrate and scream

And pop champagne every chance I get,

Cause I'm at the Grammy's, baby!

When I die, I’m taking the planet with me

I just need a new kin, someone to plan it with me!

It’s pity! Description said that I’m the second coming

I came from next to nothing, next to a bump in the road.

I take a bump at the nos

Snorting, coming up I never had Jordans,

Parents couldn’t afford!

Until this day the price tag gonna …

Got niggas, I get trickers, four in the morning.

Well, I’m out doing my thang

Trifle and husband, your wife and you love it

I’m fighting it, fucking

I pray to God he get it right before he take my soul

She pull my zipper down,

She said, “baby, let me take control!”

I can’t say know! I brought the racket of course

I went to hell and… came back in a Porsche.

I walk upon your table grab at your fork

They’re asking me, do I deserve a fucking Grammy?

Of course!

I write this shit, produce this shit,

Record this shit, mix this shit, master this shit,

Damn right I deserve!

Yo, when I die, fuck it, I wanna go to Heaven!

Cause I’m a piece of shit and it ain’t hard to fucking tell

I still don’t lace my sinkers, I still tag my bridges

But this is the winner circle, and you, it’s no entrance.

Hmm, the flaw sound, morals we had to toss out

Jesus pieces, praying not to be crossed out.

Lost out, lost so many niggas out the loss count

Lost it to the Lord, to the Lord’s ground

So I move like, like my shoe is too tight

You can lose focus and never lose sight

Lose hope and be hoping your whole life

I hope they die, once I lived like I did twice

No interruptions, no IDs, homie,

So there’s no introduction!

Immunity, no police, no repercussion

Just me and… bluffing

And these pretty bitches love them, uh!