Jordan Grant - Tell Me A Story lyrics

[Hook: Jordan Grant] Tell me a story you was locked in with nowhere to go Tell me a story how you went from the streets to the show Tell me a story when you'd believe anything Tell me a story when you tried to give her everything Tell me a story you was dreaming of the finer things Tell me a story when you got your first diamond chain Tell me a story I don't wanna make the same mistakes Tell me a story I could listen all day [Verse 1: Troy Grant] I'll tell you a story about flying overseas All the way from Handsworth, his feet and his hands hurt Pockets short of p's, but a heart full of hope Escape a life of unease, to one that he can cope People dying nonstop, bare riots and gunshots Succumb to the norm and lose his life with one shot Or rise above the ashes and as time pa**es See his life change drastic now he ‘bout to wreak havoc New people, new land, he sticks to the same plan Make a diamond out of sand, with sweat and his bare hands Cold winters, must fight it - his fire, ignited Money, can't find it - his hustle, supplied it Doubters, never quiet - but his confidence keep ‘em silenced And constantly reminded that where you from don't mean You can't be what you dreamed he reached for the stars and reamed A path through the seams so tell me! [Hook: Troy Grant] Tell me a story you was locked in with nowhere to go Tell me a story how you went from the streets to the show Tell me a story when you'd believe anything Tell me a story when you tried to give her everything Tell me a story you was dreaming of the finer things Tell me a story when you got your first diamond chain Tell me a story I don't wanna make the same mistakes Tell me a story I could listen all day [Verse 2: Jordan Grant] How about when I was rocking fake Yeezys The sh** they taught at middle school was too easy The old days when me didn't believe in me Then I got my head on right and took flight Then I got the style all right with sick Nikes Cleaned up polo bu*toned up all tight I registered my goals in life, and started coming at ‘em Took my seat on that flight and went to come and grab ‘em Accomplished real sh** that I could never ever fathom Next stop South Beach whipping in a Phantom No matter how high you get there's always coming down No matter how best you friends they always turn around No matter that mess you made you can save Just praise the one God and reclaim the stage And refresh the page, okay.. [Verse 3: Troy Grant, Jordan Grant] Tell me ‘lil bro what you been dreaming ‘bout Riding slow round town with them Beamers out Not cars I'm talking ‘bout some real goals Like doing some raps making me a ‘lil dough? How ‘bout school, be a big time CEO? I'm young so who knows? Man that's true though No one can tell you what you can or cannot do bro Tell me a story Hmm, how ‘bout when I got my first diamond chain {laughter} RISK2GAIN!