Lyrics G.R.A.M.S. - Jayy Grams

G.R.A.M.S.

Yeah, yeah
183rd Street
Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is
G.R.A.M.S., your shorty say I lay the best pipe
She batted an eye so I pitched the ball and I made her catch
Your fate attached, you must be trippin' man
You must’ve split the Xan'
Or you started raw, like you Vince McMahon
This shit clear 'til it hit the fan
But I’m a optimist, the picture half full like I’m with the fam
You niggas sharing them guns, that shit ain’t authentic
Wavin' but that arm ain’t yours, fuck, it’s a prosthetic
I’m headed to different leadership, this divine crdit
Point it then that blood get drawn but I ain’t diabetic (My B)
I rhym fetish with some ties to the town
I’m attacking the top of the tower, it’s toppling down, ayy, what’s up?
You can’t even count on the score right
Lo-fi, we built to fight in the circle like Fortnite
Like it’s Muay Thai
But even they done got extendos
Fear making more Tupacs, ain’t no Kimbos here (Yeah, look)
Spittin' holy, watch my homie ditch the doley
Roll a blunt and hit like Rollie, I cannot let her control me, geez (Real nigga
for life)
The newest fees come with enemies (Enemies)
Ain’t wasting time, bitch, it’s ten a G
And now you heard it from me
Spittin' holy, watch my homie ditch the doley
Roll a blunt and hit like Rollie, I cannot let her control me, geez (Real nigga
for life)
The newest fees come with enemies (Enemies)
Ain’t wasting time, bitch, it’s ten a G
And now you heard it from me