Joell Ortiz Grammy Lyrics
Grammy by Joell Ortiz
[Intro]
And the Grammy goes to
Open up that envelope
No, not those envelopes
My envelopes got a bag in and #39; em
J. U. S. T. I. C. E League
[Verse 1]
I don and #39; t need your awards, that and #39; s not what I look towards
I don and #39; t want a reward for any song I record
I ain and #39; t gotta look back to know that I and #39; m movin and #39; forward
I ain and #39; t tryna compete, buy things that I can and #39; t afford
I and #39; m just doin and #39; me, rhyming beautifully like the bluest sea
I mean, musically I and #39; m like truancy
You gon and #39; learn today there and #39; s no schoolin and #39; me
All my rap classmates knew not to fool with me
Check my rap sheet, two or three eulogies
Lock me up, lose the key for everything I do to beats
For those who wouldn and #39; t sign me, I ain and #39; t losin and #39; sleep
I put the past behind me like we drew up a sweep
Came up rough, I know what to do with defeats
I turn all of those to motivational musical speech
Oh, and by the way, guess what I and #39; m doin and #39; to eat?
Yup, rappin and #39;, who cares about the snappin and #39;
Of the pictures and the carpets and the fake hands clappin and #39;
And the "should and #39;ve been me and #39;s" in all the afterparties acting
Like you having a good time, but you guzzling down and #39; yac and
Tryna be accepted by people who tryna do the same
I and #39; m just tryna hit the booth with flames
Plus I suck at being corny so I don and #39; t play them music games
All the politics is stupid lame
If you ain and #39; t Billy Dance then I don and #39; t cosign the shit y and #39; all do for fame
A lot of y and #39; all don and #39; t know who I and #39; m talkin and #39; about
And #39; Cause you ain and #39; t from where they and #39; ll mop you up when you walk out the house
We have nothing in common and #39; cept our love for rhyming
No nominee but y and #39; all know what category I and #39; m in
I don and #39; t think any rapper could do me any harm
With this word designing, like a lineman, I defend my arm
But if you wanna step, then bring it on
And catch this hook, not the type that make you sing along
[Chorus]
I may not ever win a Grammy
But I and #39; m takin and #39; care of me and my family, and that and #39; s a win to me
(Okay, let me open this up
And the rap album of the year goes to)
I may not ever win a Grammy
But I and #39; m takin and #39; care of me and my family, and that and #39; s a win to me
(Make some noise for and #39; em, woo
Alright, yeah)
[Verse 2]
How so? I grew up in a single parent household
Pick up the house phone, it and #39; s no dial tone
When the cable wasn and #39; t out though
I would watch Tom and Jerry on the floor near a mouse hole
Intro to my life, but the outro
Much different, see them credits rolling down slow?
I and #39; d like to thank God, I owe this to you
Thank Dennis for introducing me to the booth
I escaped holding nines in the projects
Now I and #39; m an artist working on my ninth project
Somebody tell 9th Wonder I and #39; m the object
Of rap discussion, why I ain and #39; t get the Grammy nod yet?
Lot of politicking and some bottom kissing
I ain and #39; t got the time, I and #39; m renovating my mama kitchen
Did her bathroom since we ain and #39; t have a pot to piss in
No more lobby pitching, this is honest living
Just left the hospital, seeing a fan that was in a car collision
And met another one with a heart condition
We had a lot of laughs, keepin and #39; optimistic
Before I left, we took pics, I told the doctors, "Get in"
This real world, not a and #39; Gram post
Life turned into the story that my hands wrote
Man, I and #39; m and #39; bout to world tour for the third time
All because of how crazy I make these words rhyme
Sold out shows, they cheering for me
I can and #39; t believe that everyone here is for me
Last stop Moscow, minus twenty degrees
I and #39; ma fly in from the snow and land on a beach
Relax in some water that and #39; s clear as can be
I went from airing beef to airing these beats
If there ever was a day they was sharing a seat
I and #39; m sure I wouldn and #39; t have a problem preparing a speech
[Chorus]
I may not ever win a Grammy
But I and #39; m takin and #39; care of me and my family, and that and #39; s a win to me
(Okay, let me open this up
And the rap album of the year goes to)
I may not ever win a Grammy
But I and #39; m takin and #39; care of me and my family, and that and #39; s a win to me
(Make some noise for and #39; em, woo
Alright, yeah)
And the Grammy goes to
Open up that envelope
No, not those envelopes
My envelopes got a bag in and #39; em
J. U. S. T. I. C. E League
[Verse 1]
I don and #39; t need your awards, that and #39; s not what I look towards
I don and #39; t want a reward for any song I record
I ain and #39; t gotta look back to know that I and #39; m movin and #39; forward
I ain and #39; t tryna compete, buy things that I can and #39; t afford
I and #39; m just doin and #39; me, rhyming beautifully like the bluest sea
I mean, musically I and #39; m like truancy
You gon and #39; learn today there and #39; s no schoolin and #39; me
All my rap classmates knew not to fool with me
Check my rap sheet, two or three eulogies
Lock me up, lose the key for everything I do to beats
For those who wouldn and #39; t sign me, I ain and #39; t losin and #39; sleep
I put the past behind me like we drew up a sweep
Came up rough, I know what to do with defeats
I turn all of those to motivational musical speech
Oh, and by the way, guess what I and #39; m doin and #39; to eat?
Yup, rappin and #39;, who cares about the snappin and #39;
Of the pictures and the carpets and the fake hands clappin and #39;
And the "should and #39;ve been me and #39;s" in all the afterparties acting
Like you having a good time, but you guzzling down and #39; yac and
Tryna be accepted by people who tryna do the same
I and #39; m just tryna hit the booth with flames
Plus I suck at being corny so I don and #39; t play them music games
All the politics is stupid lame
If you ain and #39; t Billy Dance then I don and #39; t cosign the shit y and #39; all do for fame
A lot of y and #39; all don and #39; t know who I and #39; m talkin and #39; about
And #39; Cause you ain and #39; t from where they and #39; ll mop you up when you walk out the house
We have nothing in common and #39; cept our love for rhyming
No nominee but y and #39; all know what category I and #39; m in
I don and #39; t think any rapper could do me any harm
With this word designing, like a lineman, I defend my arm
But if you wanna step, then bring it on
And catch this hook, not the type that make you sing along
[Chorus]
I may not ever win a Grammy
But I and #39; m takin and #39; care of me and my family, and that and #39; s a win to me
(Okay, let me open this up
And the rap album of the year goes to)
I may not ever win a Grammy
But I and #39; m takin and #39; care of me and my family, and that and #39; s a win to me
(Make some noise for and #39; em, woo
Alright, yeah)
[Verse 2]
How so? I grew up in a single parent household
Pick up the house phone, it and #39; s no dial tone
When the cable wasn and #39; t out though
I would watch Tom and Jerry on the floor near a mouse hole
Intro to my life, but the outro
Much different, see them credits rolling down slow?
I and #39; d like to thank God, I owe this to you
Thank Dennis for introducing me to the booth
I escaped holding nines in the projects
Now I and #39; m an artist working on my ninth project
Somebody tell 9th Wonder I and #39; m the object
Of rap discussion, why I ain and #39; t get the Grammy nod yet?
Lot of politicking and some bottom kissing
I ain and #39; t got the time, I and #39; m renovating my mama kitchen
Did her bathroom since we ain and #39; t have a pot to piss in
No more lobby pitching, this is honest living
Just left the hospital, seeing a fan that was in a car collision
And met another one with a heart condition
We had a lot of laughs, keepin and #39; optimistic
Before I left, we took pics, I told the doctors, "Get in"
This real world, not a and #39; Gram post
Life turned into the story that my hands wrote
Man, I and #39; m and #39; bout to world tour for the third time
All because of how crazy I make these words rhyme
Sold out shows, they cheering for me
I can and #39; t believe that everyone here is for me
Last stop Moscow, minus twenty degrees
I and #39; ma fly in from the snow and land on a beach
Relax in some water that and #39; s clear as can be
I went from airing beef to airing these beats
If there ever was a day they was sharing a seat
I and #39; m sure I wouldn and #39; t have a problem preparing a speech
[Chorus]
I may not ever win a Grammy
But I and #39; m takin and #39; care of me and my family, and that and #39; s a win to me
(Okay, let me open this up
And the rap album of the year goes to)
I may not ever win a Grammy
But I and #39; m takin and #39; care of me and my family, and that and #39; s a win to me
(Make some noise for and #39; em, woo
Alright, yeah)