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"I’m back to work. Monday is the start of the week. The grind. Working people normally dread Mondays. Not me though. I embrace them! Feels like another opportunity. Another chance. The beginning of what’s ahead. On “Monday” I talk about life. Old me, new me, and the guy that next Monday may introduce to you all." - Joell Ortiz

Joell Ortiz isn't interested in seeming like a superhero. His new album for Mello Music Group, Monday, is an album about keeping your head down and getting back to work; there’s nothing to do other than to persevere. 

With his new record, Ortiz pays tribute to the qualities that have allowed him to not only survive, but thrive in an unforgiving industry and era. “Monday refers to the idea that no matter how big you get, the hustle to stay on top is always there,” he says. “Monday is the first day to get out and grind.” That urgency can be felt all over the album, from the swaggering “Champion” to the furious opening cut, “Captain.” Beyond and beneath that unifying theme, Monday is littered with Ortiz’s trademark wordplay and verbal pyrotechnics, once again affirming him as one of the rappers most dedicated to the types of lyricism that marked rap’s golden ages.

Ortiz was born in 1980 and grew up in the East Williamsburg section of Brooklyn. When he was just 23 years old, he was highlighted in The Source magazine’s storied Unsigned Hype column, which had predicted the future success of acts like DMX, Common, Cannibal Ox, Eminem, Capone & Noreaga and, perhaps most famously, The Notorious B.I.G. A proud Puerto Rican and unapologetic New Yorker with verve and a rugged intensity to his rhymes, Ortiz seemed perfectly suited to vie for his hometown’s crown in the mid-2000s. His album from 2007, The Brick: Bodega Chronicles, was hailed immediately as a game-changing work that earmarked him as one of his generations unmissable talents.

His masterful technique reached no less than the ears of Dr. Dre, who gave him the ultimate co-sign by signing him to his Aftermath Entertainment. A full-length never hit stores, but it helped Ortiz grow as both a rapper, artist and man. It set the stage for him to become one-quarter of the rap olympian supergroup Slaughterhouse, which built a massive cult following and eventually secured a deal with Shady Records, which led to massive commercial success (topping the Billboard Rap Album charts) This decade has seen him transition from brash upstart to legendary veteran as he’s fleshed out a catalog that now includes mature albums like Free Agent, House Slippers, and his full-length collaboration with Apollo Brown, Mona Lisa, released via Mello last year.

Even while he’s keeping his nose to the grindstone, Ortiz finds a few moments to exhale and reflect. Monday ends with a pair of such songs: “Momma,” a heartfelt ode to the parent who raised Ortiz, and “Grammy,” which rejects the notion that outside validation is needed to qualify a music career as successful. (The juxtaposition of those titles is, of course, just one more bit of wordplay.) But Ortiz is at his warmest and most charming on “Screens,” a lament about how kids today spend so much time with electronic devices at the expense of time outside. Where other rappers would finish such a song sounding like an old scold, Ortiz uses it as a vehicle to reminisce about getting grass stains on his knees and phone numbers from neighborhood girls scrawled on scraps of paper. It’s rooted in the present but still able to conjure the sounds and smells of an era that’s long gone –– the kind of sharp perspective that can only be honed by years of dedicated work at the craft. Monday is a testament to sharpening one’s skills and approach in the face of immeasurable odds.

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released August 30, 2019

Production by The Lasso (1), Heatmakerz (2, 4, 9), Apollo Brown (3, 6), J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League (8, 12), Nottz (5, 11), Big K.R.I.T. (7), & Hesami (10)

Recorded at Diamond District Studios
Mixed & Mastered by Mags
Screens Mixed by Edward J. Nixon & Assisted by Dimitri Ward
Photography by Jeremy Deputat
Graphic Design by Austin Hart

Executive Produced by Michael Tolle, Erik Stephens & Joell Ortiz

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Track Name: Captain (prod. Heatmakerz)
I hear niggas like... what’s going on he been missing
He used to run the show, it’s been a long intermission
I remember the mission he was on it was different
He was sick, now my nigga done gone in remission

That’s what y’all think? Y’all think I lost my step
Was on a run, but had to stop and never caught my breath..
I’m drenched, I’m on the bench wit like 4 more reps
In otherwords, I got sh*t left to get off my chest

Coming up you heard the hunger in me, tough as can be
You couldn’t sound cloudy nigga nuttin was free
If u ain’t get a record deal then u was stuck in the pees
Wit dees tryna Spotify had a wonderful stream

Of income, my outcome was suttin to see
I was in the Jeep, sunk in the seat, beats bumping tryna outrap Nasir and Keep up wit Jay Z
Crumbling 16s I was only 16

Fast forward, niggas out here mumbling B
Why be smart? When niggas on the charts dumber than me
A Bunch of bums wit more money than me
So staying Complex, yea that’s a Everyday Struggle for me

I’m from when everybody wanted 5 Mics
And Riggs Morales gave u Unsigned Hype if
You rhyme right
A stretch Armstrong spin was a highlight
And all the mixtapes was 2 for 5 like treys of that Fire white

I understand why some would retire mics,
Pack up turntables the tables turned wild right?
But me I’m in it fully...
it’s like that one bitch I just can’t stop fucking man these beats to something to me

I post up on the throne
Don’t end up on a highlight poster cause you grown
Who u posed to be Malone?
I delivered like Post offices pre post Malone’s
You’d dickride if u saw what I don’t post on my phone


Ey lines a great line baby New York’s Own
It’s like I play for Jim Boeheim Boy stay in that zone
This is my house, trespassing I don’t condone
Let me be don’t be them 2 niggaz from Home Alone

And get iron in face tryna roam where you don’t belong
Brooklyn, Staten, Queens, Manhattan, the Bronx I stomps through all of that what happened?
New York I’m so proud to be yo Captain....
Enjoy the rapping
Track Name: Sip Slow (prod. Apollo Brown)
I’m prolly one of the illest in the flesh wit writtens
Various letters that connect wit rhythms
boy don’t be the next victim I delivers wit Gilette precision
You’ll get popped like razor bumps all on ya neck for itching


To try to come for the title, not yo best decision
I’ll put them Nikeys on ice, yea u get checked for slipping..
I’m number 1 when that number 2 pencil lead twistin
No lie.. No whole wheat and no Rye I’m bred different


Been nice a long time just In case u forgot
I don’t care where u get yo cut, they say my name in that shop
I don’t care where the beat drop, I lay some flames and it pop
My pants drop, baddest thots look like the making Salaat


I don’t make record that the radio be playing a lot
But that’s cool, chain still weighing a lot I’m on the way to my spot in the Benz trucks, just bought my lady the drop
Haters watch as we his and hers Mercedes the lot

Hook:

Sip Slow homie
Yea, enjoy the show
Sip Slow homie




Verse 2:

I’m watching em watch me they sloppy could never copy the papi they do some pretty good renditions but they not me
You’re Actually one World away how you gone stop me when I’m cruising at a Mach 3 on moons wit Anunakis

I’m cool where life got me.. in way above that block popping Roxys, but still below ducking Papparazis
And the flow well that keeps me kinda cocky
I’m nice, the feature price 5 dice, on these mics screaming Yahtzee

Worried bout mine.. Quick question, what is you up to?
Me? I’m making music wit the idols that I grew up to
On stages in true Blues, Jet Blues to Ws wit pool views feel like a baby owl.. Who knew?

Michele’s only son that sold crack in the circle
A be the same kid with gold plaques in commercials ..
cause he can really rap, no trap, no commercial
But this ain’t me vs you, don’t take it personal

Hook:


Sip Slow Homie
Yea, enjoy the show
Sip Slow Homie
Track Name: Champion (prod. Heatmakerz)
This my National Anthem
Probably feel like Opera music in the Phantom
Ain’t got one of those, but the Benz nose is gigantic
Them LEDs sneeze, it’s allergies as i Breeze Down Atlantic

I never get to flex so let me talk my shit dammit..
whoever said lyricists money ain’t wavy need to can it
Cause I ca see the waves In my pool from my hammock
Ice smoking as I pour the Johnny Walker blue Slanted

My wife she pop Rose like Jack did in Titanic
Blasting music, but the neighbors too far to understand it so..
We Turn it higher, Bonfire in my yard while the homies shuffle cards i live large, they live large


We rockstars, no guitars, backwoods rolling by R
Stuff the granddad til it look like my granddaddy cigar
Half a kilo on the chain call me Neckscobar
golf Ball diamonds in the Roley so far from sub par


switch it out wit the Azad, on God this no fassad
Beef? Don’t even wrap ya head around it like jihad
The wind Chester knock the wind outta ya chest from 50 yards
I don’t halfstep nothing I go harddddd



Hook:

I’m a Champion
Raise my arm, I’m a champion
Know my name, I’m a champion
Raise my arm, I’m a champion
Raise my arm...




Champion Verse 2:


I felt like it was eybody versus me
Now let’s toast cause everydays my anniversary
Celebrate the boy that climbed through adversity
well versed, versatile when it come to laying verses B

Went from emerging to filling that emergency room
Wit any rapper doing work and feel they worth a speech
My bars like clay they take shape and just murder beats
Im at that Barclay in row A wit the perfect seats

You having trouble tryna stay afloat?
I Just bought the crib on the lake, yea me and you ain’t in the same boat
Buoy.. This feel good I never talk crazy
This for the smiles in my face niggas that all hate me

I’m 2 adored for you to root for?
Or is it the 2 door zooming up route 4? Yea..
Rap figures better than trap figures
Especially when you rap better than all the trap niggas


Hook:

I’m a Champion
Raise my arm, I’m a champion
Know my name, I’m a champion
Raise my arm, I’m a champion
Raise my arm...
Track Name: Anxiety (prod. Nottz)
Waking ups a struggle, I used to wanna hustle
I used to want the whole world to know that I existed now I cuddle
In the bed wit myself hoping the phone don’t ring
Hoping a text don’t come through, an email don’t bling

I feel funny... Shouldn’t I be happy? I get money
Instead I put on all new clothes and feel crummy
But I’m showing up for work like I’m A. ok
Anxiety? who me? no way Jose ...

I Hide behind a smile while my mind is running wild
Nervous for no reason heart beating like a mile a minute
Where’s the nearest bathroom, I’m in it
Splash some water on my face, wipe it dry, let’s get it...

That’s My life I’m a nutshell feel like I’m going nuts well
Let’s Keep it on the low, can’t let em know that you ain’t upscale
I shouldn’t even carry real I.D
Forgot what it feels like to really feel like me...


Hook:

Ok... Oh No!
1st I can’t catch a breath
feel the moisture as I begin to sweat
I Start feeling dizzy like my balance left
And Now my hearts beating like it’s out my chest...

It’s happening again.. it’s happening again..
But you can’t tell nobody they gon think you crazy...
it’s happening again... it’s happening again..
Just let it pass boy, you’ll be good baby...




Anxiety verse 2:


Sometimes I hear a song and wanna cry
It Brings me to before I was this guy and puts water in my eyes
I keep my faith strong, if there’s a lord up in the sky
I Pray That i feel happy one more time, before I die

I get glimpses then it’s gone in an instance
joys in front of me and then it’s off in the distance
No one in my phone book I could call for assistance
Cause they won’t understand what I be going through what is this???


Why won’t it go away never thought I would know a day
That the ship captain started acting like a stow away
I’m Thinking bout a meeting tomorrow with sweaty palms now
Like if I catch a panick attack, how can I calm down?

Nervous that I might feel nervous, what a vicious cycle
I See myself fading away without the vitiligo
I hit the gym and try to get off some steam
But I get anxiety just tryna pick a machine


Some pictures make me smile cause my figure was lean
And then the very next thought is I can’t get in them jeans
Wish that I could go to sleep, wake up and life is sweet, but truth is I fight this beast in the middle of dreams


Hook:

Ok... Oh No!
1st I can’t catch a breath
feel the moisture as I begin to sweat
I Start feeling dizzy like my balance left
And Now my hearts beating like it’s out my chest...

It’s happening again.. it’s happening again..
But you can’t tell nobody they gon think you crazy...
it’s happening again... it’s happening again..
Just let it pass boy, you’ll be good baby...
Track Name: Same Time (prod. Apollo Brown)
I heard so many stories guess I'm here now
Every days a fishbowl I'm gettin stare downs
So this is 3 hots and a cot?
A bunky I don't know and some funky cell block?


Guess I'll stay to myself and if they try me I'll
Pop
Since I was tiny I could box but I ain't tryna get Shot
And eybody look grimy I gotta find me a OX
They asking if I'm homie or I'm cuz but I'm not ..

I'm NFL .. guess it's time I find me a slot
Yo Who controlling these phones? I gotta dial back home ..
how u write a letter?, where u get the paper?
How much is a stamp? How u mail it out player?

Damn... This shit fucked up, really fucked up
I'm super hungry but the shit for lunch yuck...
and one CO got it in for me I got tough luck
Thinks I used to rough his nephew up on that yellow bus

I wonder if my girl Living right...
A OG told me never call in the morning or night...
He Said the afternoon safe thats when she'll
Speak clear
Cause if a nigga spent the night, he probably
Still there

I play chess wit my homie in the wheelchair
Never once asked him how he got in there...
I never beat em either but shit I don't care, them stories that he tell make me feel like I got up outta here

Ey morning im out there on the count
Ey evening I'm in here thinking bout
How the judge really gave me that amount
And How old I'm a be when I get out
Why the fuck im here????


Hook:

In here at the same time
But we don’t do the same time
In here at the same time
But we don’t do the same time..



Verse 2:


I'm in and out this place ey couple years
Face tatted wit a couple tears ... Yelling at some faggot on the upper tier
He keep keep crying through the night like "why the fuck I’m here?”


Nigga deal wit it.. I keep my gun close... And anybody face a peel wit it, it's real rigid
Commissary never a problem, my locker packed ...
And If I ain't got it then u got a snack homie holla back ..

I'm finna hit the yard lift the entire rack
Today I'm doing chest and back
Extra pack of sticks on the juggle from a Redskin Fumble how wild is that?
When It come to the Playoffs the Giants snap!

Got a kite and a flick from this Guyanese bitch I used to fuck with dreads
She getting fucked in my head
New fbresh batch of hooch on the way a Niggaz twisted
Extra toothpaste my next visit keep my breath hidden

My brother solved my problem in the other house
Some Newcomer runnin his mouth so he ran in his mouth
And If he wanna take it further them hammers is out
You know my name and what my handle about ... what’s up?!


Hook:


In here at the same time..
But we don’t do the same time
In here at the same time
But we don’t do the same time.
Track Name: Learn You (prod./feat. Big K.R.I.T.)
Had to chase this dream, I was on my grind
Working on my craft, took up all my time
I gotta be where?, I’m there at the drop of a dime
But through all my travels, y’all stayed on my mind

My 2 lil boys, 2 pieces of me
My 2 looks in the mirror, my 2 reasons to be
Sorry i didn't go them places I needed to be
Trips that I missed with your school, games I ain’t root for your team

Seems like yesterday, I would wake up to ya screams
Y’all was crying for bottles When did y’all turn into teens?
Tryna go mustaches, peach fuzz look clean
Ya voices got deeper, make sure u say what you mean

Happy y’all don’t say y’all hate me, for all the time I was away
What good was was the toys If I never stayed there to play
I’m asking you both for forgiveness.. can we start over today?
Y’all don’t have to answer that now... I just wanted to say ..


Hook:

I know that I missed out on em’
Sorry that I’m never there
I tried to get everything you want...
I hope you know I really care...
to Learn You now
To Learn you Now
To Learn you Now
To Learn you Now
To Learn you Now
To Learn you Now
Let me learn, let me learn you now



Verse 2:

I would stare at y’all pictures, on the bus after shows
It was rough on the road, must’ve been tougher at home
Even on the west I’m moving, but that the bus driver know
Find me that Western Union, id send ya mothers some dough..

I’d try to find time, whenever I was alone
Try to get y’all on the phone, just to see what’s going on...
Y’all ain’t lil boys no more, look at how much you have grown
My youngest one taller than me, my olders my skinnier clone

I know that I missed out on ya... Bothers me down to my soul
My lifestyle was outta control
Replace Time with the money, trade that I tried to barter
So you daddy would pop up.. but i ain’t show up as yo father

Praying y’all let me change that, I have so much to offer
Life will come at you at god speed, Please use my ears as the alter
I’m Asking you both for forgiveness, can we start over today?
Y’all don’t have to answer that now.. I just wanted to say

Hook:

I know that I missed out on em’
Sorry that I’m never here
I tried to get everything you want
I hope you know I really care..
To Learn You now
To Learn you Now
To Learn you Now
Let me learn
Now now now now now ..
Track Name: Screens (prod. J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Damn screens
kids don’t come upstairs with grass stains on They jeans
No playing tag at night, no more sundown freeze
No more falling off they bike peroxide on knees

Geez I ain’t seen a double Dutch in years
What happened to skelly, no more tops hitting squares?
I used to front flip off the fence, backflip off the swing
Somebody dared, u had to do it to be playground King!

Walked across the monkey bars, rubber Mat so far
Something crazy drove by I screamed that’s my car !
threw rocks up on the roofs they couldn’t match my arm
And Manhunt lasted long, we couldn’t catch Taiquan shit..

Red quarter water water ask ya man to have a sip
Pack of now and laters and a quarter bag of chips
Never would i ever thought a game of catch and kiss
Would be something that these kids would have to miss... imagine this ....


Hook:

Phone screen, tablet screen, computer screen
80 inch TV screen, I never seen
So many ways to look away from the world
These screens raising ya sons, baby suttin ya girl
So many screens...
everyone say Hi. You’re on a screen...


Verse 2:

I used to wanna go out in the rain
Moms would say no so I complained near the window pane
She’s always gave in to that look on my face those days I get chased cops and robbers in the staircase

Where they at, in the front or the back?
It was quiet and then.. Pap.. til u run out of caps
Every basketball court in the summer was packed
Every winter was tackle football don’t fumble the snap

Now every time I look another app man what’s up wit that ?
It’s like every single day involves a double tap
Used to beg moms can my boys have some fun wit me ?
Off the top rope was the dresser, WWE

Now my son wear headsets running through the trees
Playing Call of Duty, guess that’s what they calling company
Was known eywhere, couldnt front on my team
These kids don’t go anywhere man they front of them screens


Hook:

Phone screen, tablet screen, computer screen
80 inch TV screen, I never seen
So many ways to look away from the world
These screens raising ya sons, baby suttin ya girl
So many screens...
everyone say Hi. You’re on a screen...


Eni, Meni, miney, Mo
Catch a piggy by the toe
If it Hollas , let him go
Eni, meni, miney, mo You it!!

(Red quarter water ask ya man to have a sip
Pack of now and laters and a quarter bag o chips.. Sheeeit)
Track Name: Jamaican Food (prod. Heatmakerz)
This how it look when doves Cry?
She hurting looking in her love eyes
Tryna muster up why
He threw it all away to bust a nut I
Wish I had a different answer than lust but yup... guys

Weakness is them feminine creatures wit symmetrical features
That hour glass.... a hour wit that ass it a keep us
Occupied, satisfied, gratified Thank you
These hands that count money spank you then shackle ya ankles

Intercourse in a Telly we never been before
A light knock that's room service let me go get the door
Finish our dinner course then throw you in the figure 4
One mo time choke u like a little whore to get you off

I like the smell of perfume, I like a skin tone
I like the wobbly booties I like the gym tone
Yoga pants over Yeezys, jeans over the pumps
Flats under that skirt at an after work drunk ...

Hook:

I be like.. I ain’t tryna be rude
But it looks like you ain’t come in here wit no dude
Is this true? If it is, well may I ask who are you?
Cause girl you walked up in this spot and made it hot like Jamaican Food

Look around these boys sweating like Jamaican Food
That fatty patty looking like Jamaican Food
Wine all night, let’s grind all night, be mine all night
We’ll spice it up like Jamaican Food



Verse 2:

Shorty tell me some lies, I'll tell u a few of mine
Call me Emo when I tell u that my sign symbol’s 69
We’ll Sip wine and have a good old time front of my mind I'm like she flip her hair twice that pussy mine


I don’t know what I give off, but they often give me what they get off I still be stroking they be like get off
I’m not a player, I just fuck a lot...
shit, I’m lying player in a fucking Thot...


And if that thang looking sweet I’ll give my tongue a shot
On that lil Square lolipop I’m a sucker for box
Uhhh
Y’all look at women and fantasize about being wit ‘em
I look at women like... nah don’t fuck up her life

My regular day to her... a wonderful night
So They be try hold on, I don’t put up a fight...
once I’m done nuttin it’s like we done nothing I’m like..
Let keep in touch you got my # righttt?


Hook:

I be like.. I ain’t tryna be rude
But it looks like you ain’t come in here wit no dude
Is this true? If it is, well may I ask who are you?
Cause girl you walked up in this spot and made it hot like Jamaican Food

Look around these boys sweating like Jamaican Food
That fatty patty looking like Jamaican Food
Wine all night, let’s grind all night, be mine all night
We’ll spice it up like Jamaican Food
Track Name: Before Hip-Hop (prod. Hesami)
Big boy toys that clap like a dirty bitch box
Ladders attached with 36 shots Inserted and cocked
You ain’t gotta take my word this shit pop
Ask around how I circled these blocks before Hip Hop

Sandwich baggies, drop it in , and tie knots
Invite my favorite fiend over to come and try rocks
Dope the only thing stamped inside my mailbox
Folded money til the rubber bands popped before Hip Hop

Old E, St Ides and Valentine Ale
Dutch masters, Phillys and White Owl smells
L train to Linden and Powell to roll L’s
Token booths nigga, no vocal booths before Hip Hop..

Whole different dude.. I’m rolling to you
I got a dub that I don’t fold to that deuce
Eything good even yo nasty ass shoes now here’s my Moment of truth .... Yea, that was life Before Hip Hop

Hook:
You Think u know me, you don’t really know me
Back in my hood I’m still the one and only
Before these music projects, I’m the projects homie
Y’all just see the new me, y’all don’t know the the old me

Before these beats was trapping, I was out there trapping
Before these birds was rapping, I was bird wrapping
Before the fans was clapping, it was cans clapping
No bank accounts, hand to hand transactions..

Before Hip Hop Verse 2:

A bunch of candles in the lobby, who got laid to rest?
Empty bottles near the flicks, I know the wake is next
I’m from a place where people walk around with major stress..
don’t say something you’ll regret
Before Hip Hop uhh

I was crazy fresh .. Trapping in my Avirex
Blue Yankee fitted, 501s above the Navy checks
I Never had to beg for pussy, bitches gave me sex
I left all the drugs at they address
Before Hip Hop

Shit ya boy was out there tryna survive
Too lazy for a 9 to 5 I bought a 9 and got live
Til it jammed .. said goodbye next day went outside
And bought that pretty 38 it’s on the lap in my ride right...

It wasn’t all about these verses and words
It was being 1st to the curb from the 1st to the 3rd
It was bout staying alert, you see em lurking you swerve..
to this day, I thank God I ain’t get Locked before Hip Hop

Hook:

You Think u know me, you don’t really know me
Back in my hood I’m still the one and only
Before these music projects, I’m the projects homie
Y’all just see the new me, y’all don’t know the the old me

Before these beats was trapping, I was out there trapping
Before these birds was rapping, I was bird wrapping
Before the fans was clapping, it was cans clapping
No bank accounts, hand to hand transactions..
Track Name: Momma (feat. Blakk Soul / prod. Nottz)
Mommas eyes seen some things that made her proud now
Fans cheer her baby name, they say it loud now
Her baby baby boy on tv she be bugging when she see me
She be crying when she call me, when I’m touring she can’t see me

Momma miss me, makes her sad, but she be happy when I’m leaving
Always tells me go with God, I keep Jesus right here wit me
Mommas eyes used to tear up for a different set of reasons
We won’t talk about those nights, let’s just focus on these evenings

We be watching flicks together on her OLED tv
Order food from anywhere, or she chef up some baked ziti
That’s my grandma recipe, we both miss her yes indeed
We agreed, Momma gon Live it up while granny Rest In Peace

Momma Momma I’m emotional cause God keep blessing me..
I stopped by, u wasn’t there, Pat said u had therapy..
I forgot you and chat with Ms Gonzalez every Tuesday
Helps u cope with all your losses and remind you it’s a new day

Anyway, on ya dresser left a quarter of that pure’
That u like from up in Dyckman.. Since the last one wasn’t true Hayes ..
Im bout to step in this meeting with MTV
Call me when u back at the crib on the fridge I left a G.

Hook:

Took a while to reach this type of peace we own
But we’re here.. Moving forward, loving strong
All that’s worth having is worth struggling for..
We didn’t have it all but we’re here to win


Momma Verse 2:


Momma I’m so proud of you in case you didn’t know
Not the verbal type of son and plus I’m always on the go
But see I do talk to these beats and so I figured I would show..
How much I love you through this flow... Perform this at my show

Have every light up in the air until the venue starts to glow
Almost as much as ya smile does when I walk through ya do’
I be tryin not to think about a life without you with me
But the years is moving fast I can’t believe that you’ll be 60

Please don’t hit me for just screaming out ya age in to the public
But you still look 40 something you should love it...
I remember I would wake you up with raps while u was sleeping
Loose leaf paper in my hand, half awoke you’d say keep reading

Momma I just got the chills, we ain’t worried bout the bills, all the cereals is real, we ain’t munching on no frills
I ain’t doing drug deals you ain’t using drugs still
No more mice across the
floors, you like how them rugs feel?


Momma momma look at us member things was looking rough ??
Daddy looked the other way, they looked at us with such disgust
But now things is looking up
So here’s a song for the only face I saw when I was looking off that bus


Hook:

Took a while to reach this type of peace we own
But we’re here.. Moving forward, loving strong
All that’s worth having is worth struggling for..
We didn’t have it all but we’re here to win
Track Name: Grammy (prod. J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
I don’t need your awards thats not What I look towards
I don’t want a reward for any song I record
I don’t gotta look back to know that I’m moving forward
I ain’t try to compete, buy things that I can’t afford

I’m just doing me... rhyming beautifully like the bluest sea
I mean musically I’m like truancy
You gon learn today there’s no schooling me
All my rap classmates no not to fool wit me

Check my rap sheet, 2 or 3 eulogies
Lock me up, lose the key for everything I do to beats
For those who wouldn’t sign me I ain’t losing 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 doing to eat
Yup, rapping.. who cares about the snapping

Of the pictures and the carpets and the fake hands clapping
And the “should of been me’s” in all the afterpartys 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 the music games
All the politics is stupid lame
If you ain’t Billy Dance then I don’t co-sign the shit y’all do for Fame

A lot of of y’all don’t know who I’m talking about
Cause u ain’t from where they’ll M.O.P you up when u walk out the house
We have nothing in common except our love for rhyming
No nominee, but y’all know what category I’m in...

I don’t think that any rapper could do me any harm
Wit 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...

Hook:

I may not ever win a Grammy but I’m taking care of me and my family and that’s a win to me

Ok, lemme Open this up...
And the rap album of the year goes to:

I may not ever win a Grammy but I’m taking care of me and my family and that’s a win to me

Make some noise for ‘em wooo!
Alrighttt yea...


Grammy verse 2:


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 Thank God I owe this to you
Thank Dennis for introducing me to the booth

I escaped holding 9s in the projects
Now I’m a artist working on my 9th project
Somebody tell 9th Wonder I’m the object
Of Rap discussion why I ain’t get the Grammy nod yet?

Lotta politicing and some bottom kissing
I ain’t got the time I’m renovating my momma kitchen
did her bathroom since we 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 lotta laughs keeping 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 3rd 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 20 degrees
I’m a 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


Hook:

I may not ever win a Grammy but I’m taking care of me and my family and that’s a win to me

Ok, lemme Open this up...
And the rap album of the year goes to:

I may not ever win a Grammy but I’m taking care of me and my family and that’s a win to me

Make some noise for ‘em wooo!
Alrighttt yea...

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