Lyrics Plan A Grammy Speeches - J57

Plan A Grammy Speeches

Eight ball in the side pocket
Everything out this world when I rock it
Put it in the brown bag at the corner store
They only playin' hard to get it
Only make you love it more
Eighties baby really grew up in the nineties
Always got it under control, so don’t remind me
Dim the lights, light a candle, make a magnum opus
We can do anything we want, no feeling hopeless
Same train of thought ever since high school
We used to run that shit me and my crew
That’s right, that’s right, my crew and I
We’d rather money in the bank than suicides doors
(The first step, before anybody else in the world believes it
Is you have to believe it.
There’s no reason to have a plan B
Because it distracts from plan A.)
Never heard realer words in my whole life
In a lucid dream now, remind me of a fall night
Intoxicated by the possibility
‘Cause I’ve been stuck in this day dream since 2001
Jungle power, grew tired of the limitations
These imitators ain’t innovating, I’ve been invading
This ain’t insane I’m just staying vain while I’m ventilating
This entertaining pertaining to tame the team
While you’ve all been sleeping on me
On the low I’m more than a beast bitch!
(Greatness is not this wonderful, esoteric, elusive, godlike feature
That only the special among us will ever taste, It’s something that truly
exists in all of us
It’s very simple
This is what I believe and I’m willing to die for it.)
Grammy Speeches
Uh
And what you don’t know won’t hurt 'em
Yeah, won’t you sign on the dotted line
Yeah, won’t you sign on the dotted line
Yeah
Uh
And what you don’t know won’t hurt 'em
Yeah, won’t you sign on the dotted line
Yeah, now won’t you sign on the dotted line
Yeah now won’t you sign on the dotted line
Uh
And what you don’t know won’t hurt 'em
Yeah, won’t you sign on the dotted line
Yeah, now won’t you sign on the dotted line
Yeah now won’t you sign on the dotted line
I’m holding back, making albums, what you want from me
Giving up big breaks harder than
Never a novelty.
They got no problem, me
I know your proud of me
I’d always doubting
It’s finally my turn
Iv’e seen good people burn
And now I always wish to (Will, Will, Will) x3
The Fifty-Seven demeanor
It’s a misdemeanor when I whip the beam up on the
When I see ya.
Split your femur, Jimmy D
Williams what up, Venus, Serena
I’m working nine to five, naw, I’m working five to nine
and please believe I’m in my prime
That’s all me, I make good rappers sound amazing
Lit as fuck after the show, freestyling out the days and
Can’t tell me nothing
Don’t waste your breath on what your saying
Uh
And what you don’t know won’t hurt 'em
Yeah, won’t you sign on the dotted line
Yeah, now won’t you sign on the dotted line
Yeah now won’t you sign on the dotted line
Uh
And what you don’t know won’t hurt 'em
Yeah, won’t you sign on the dotted line
Yeah, now won’t you sign on the dotted line
Yeah now won’t you sign on the dotted line
(It is a fact, that only those things we both desire and Comprehend,
become a part of our being
And it is just as true that real desire and understanding come
Only from within and cannot be taught or preached.)