Chubeats - Granted lyrics

[Intro:] Let me tell you my story... [Verse 1: Jay Reaper] What's up kids You may know me as the craziest The one with the amazin' flamin' gift I'm Jay Reaper came to save this sh** Mr. I-Don't-Know-Who-Jay-Z-Is The crew is Dope D.O.D. motherf**er And now you know the name all this n***as start to s** up I forgot your name cause I'm not listening And I won't pop yo CD into my sound system Cause I'm still broke as f** Now give me one good reason I shouldn't stick yo a** up Thinkin' I'm famous I would give a f** They say in life its all about the lil' stuff n***a give it up I been around the world seen a lot of pretty places Big bootys and sh**ty faces Masons handshaking My blood on the paper cause I'm more than impatient When I'm signing with satan And I'm breakin' Feelin' like them apemen I'm caged in My sh**ty life's been a lil' frustrating And I'm ageing It's like the whole foundation of my f**in' life caved in But f** it I got a million ways to tell ya'll n***as "s** it" Like more sk**s, more attitude and more power to bust it You probably lookin' at Da Roach and actin' all disgusted Guess what, I love it, f**ers [Verse 2: Dopey Rotten] You spending all your time on some random b**hes Watch me and my fam go from rags to riches You wanna stay broke than that's your business I roll with the giants f** ya'll midgets You're living a lie but still you won't admit it I'm not in the mood everyone is gonna get it I used to respect sh** ya lost all credit Now ya get disrespected and tested ya dumb prick Watch the clock tick it goes to quick sh** is serious no taking the piss The team move slick and we stay so sick You don't stack no bricks now you losing grip You walk with a limp and a walking stick Cause you f**ed with a click and got brutally kicked No life ain't a flick you played out like card tricks Open up ya eyes and see reality b**h [Verse 3: Skits Vicious] I hear people say "nowadays he got real co*ky" "He's stuck in a cycle of tour, fame and money" That's funny buddy ya think you know the facts now Think again or drop by I'm still in the crackhouse Still without heat and the occasional blackout The ratmonkey's still in my yard he can't get out I pull the hash out and think for a minute But that ain't enough if ya livin' with a time limit Da clocks tickin' I'm still spittin' real hip hop I fall down daily but learned how to get up I roll with the Reaper, Diggles and Rotten Chu, P, Mulz and a handfull a blood kin Backstabbin' trash ends up in a dustgin Or under the dark dirt slowly forgotten So watch what you wish for and try understand it The way I grew up I don't take sh** for granted [Chorus:] Yeah, try to understand it The way I grew up I don't take sh** for granted Ya betta, try to understand it The way we grew up we don't take sh** for granted Dope D.O.D. 2012 and beyond! Until the next time the world ends, peace