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brian fresco - grammy lyrics

[verse: brian fresco]
i still tear up when my son be asking for his granny
he with me in the booth gon’ be there when i get my grammy
i hit the drawing board, k told me there’s gon’ take some planning
still gotta hustle, ask favors, all ways come from family
so much pressure in my hands like a brain surgeon
i know you n+ggas love to hate, i see them pockets hurtin’
so many calls come to my phone, they don’t give me no purpose
come with the problems like my issue all can’t be that urgent
like how about ask me how i’m doing since my mother’s sercive
that sh+t was six days from my b+day, you think sh+t all perfect
barely looking at my father don’t know if he hurtin’
just rather keep it smooth and love him, can’t stir up the current
’cause he the only parent, pop’s deserves mclaren swearvin’
i got a show in palm trees, weed and bottle service
turn a average b+tch to her dr. miami version
hit the strip club give your b+tch her tution earrings

[verse 2: kami]
i think about losses, we took like everything we needed
lost brother’s all over some bread just ’cause we wasn’t eatin’
now see my face all on tvs, live on the news at evening
and think about my mother’s face and that’s the only reason
you know she hold my heart forever like pledgin’ allegiance
i load up like t.p. and send shots like it’s k!lla season
my only competition stares right back, we undefeated
reflected like i was conceited but i’m barely breathing
but you know how it go, sold out shows brought the family out
just got off road, it took a toll, streets had just cashed me out
had zero venmos, added zeros to my bank account
have mercy on soul, i know that sh+t gon’ take it’s toll
neck full of gold, still keep my soul the greatest story told
finessin’ hand to hand just for a gram, i’m sellin’ coke
now i’m getting bands taking trips wherever with my mans
juts like we planned from second grade, now i stand here a man
i know your mother will be proud, i hope you understand
man f+ck these thots, take care your child you know this life is wild
superstar, i buy uber blacks, they all react
no time for hoes who had let go, now they just want me back

- brian fresco lyrics

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