Текст песни Grammy - Joell Ortiz
And
the
Grammy
goes
to
Open
up
that
envelope
No,
not
those
envelopes
My
envelopes
got
a
bag
in
'em
J.U.S.T.I.C.E
League
I
don't
need
your
awards,
that's
not
what
I
look
towards
I
don't
want
a
reward
for
any
song
I
record
I
ain't
gotta
look
back
to
know
that
I'm
movin'
forward
I
ain't
tryna
compete,
buy
things
that
I
can't
afford
I'm
just
doin'
me,
rhyming
beautifully
like
the
bluest
sea
I
mean,
musically
I'm
like
truancy
You
gon'
learn
today
there's
no
schoolin'
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't
sign
me,
I
ain't
losin'
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'm
doin'
to
eat?
Yup,
rappin',
who
cares
about
the
snappin'
Of
the
pictures
and
the
carpets
and
the
fake
hands
clappin'
And
the
"should've
been
me's"
in
all
the
afterparties
acting
Like
you
having
a
good
time,
but
you
guzzling
down
'yac
and
Tryna
be
accepted
by
people
who
tryna
do
the
same
I'm
just
tryna
hit
the
booth
with
flames
Plus
I
suck
at
being
corny
so
I
don't
play
them
music
games
All
the
politics
is
stupid
lame
If
you
ain't
Billy
Dance
then
I
don't
cosign
the
shit
y'all
do
for
fame
A
lot
of
y'all
don't
know
who
I'm
talkin'
about
'Cause
you
ain't
from
where
they'll
mop
you
up
when
you
walk
out
the
house
We
have
nothing
in
common
'cept
our
love
for
rhyming
No
nominee
but
y'all
know
what
category
I'm
in
I
don'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
I
may
not
ever
win
a
Grammy
But
I'm
takin'
care
of
me
and
my
family,
and
that'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'm
takin'
care
of
me
and
my
family,
and
that's
a
win
to
me
(Make
some
noise
for
'em,
woo
Alright,
yeah)
How
so?
I
grew
up
in
a
single
parent
household
Pick
up
the
house
phone,
it's
no
dial
tone
When
the
cable
wasn'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'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'm
an
artist
working
on
my
ninth
project
Somebody
tell
9th
Wonder
I'm
the
object
Of
rap
discussion,
why
I
ain't
get
the
Grammy
nod
yet?
Lot
of
politicking
and
some
bottom
kissing
I
ain't
got
the
time,
I'm
renovating
my
mama
kitchen
Did
her
bathroom
since
we
ain'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'
optimistic
Before
I
left,
we
took
pics,
I
told
the
doctors,
"Get
in"
This
real
world,
not
a
'Gram
post
Life
turned
into
the
story
that
my
hands
wrote
Man,
I'm
'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't
believe
that
everyone
here
is
for
me
Last
stop
Moscow,
minus
twenty
degrees
I'ma
fly
in
from
the
snow
and
land
on
a
beach
Relax
in
some
water
that'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'm
sure
I
wouldn't
have
a
problem
preparing
a
speech
I
may
not
ever
win
a
Grammy
But
I'm
takin'
care
of
me
and
my
family,
and
that'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'm
takin'
care
of
me
and
my
family,
and
that's
a
win
to
me
(Make
some
noise
for
'em,
woo
Alright,
yeah)
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