Quavo - GRAMMY'$ lyrics

[Verse 1: Kid Ram] Another label hatin' on me All the big ones waitin' on me Meet me at the top cause I've been climbing And all my fans say I'm hot, like I don't belong inside this climate But now you know I'm a switch it up, I'm gonna start spitting a little faster, preaching raw rhymes to all of you in the crowd like I was the chosen paster Don't talk sh** behind my back and then say you like me you're not an actor, cause when you set this down and press play I could hear your laughter Now it's time for a new chapter Shout out to all the people I try to rap battle But they know better than to mess with me But their moms keep calling like I guess you can call me Jimmy Now I'm in the city and I ain't going no where I swear I'll make it to the 57th Grammys Cause 2014 is my year Now you know I don't really care, about the money cars or clothes But I be dressing in that stylish like Italian has got to go If you're not on my bandwagon yet, then you're about to miss my show Just make sure kid ram is on you're list Cause like a bomb I'm bout to blow [Chorus: Quavo]x2 In the hood you earn you stripes, like Olympics got gold medal But none that means nothin' to me, I'm celebratin' with my family Young n***a won trappin' a grammy, I-I want a grammy Young n***a won trappin' a grammy, I-I want a grammy Ugh, now it's time for verse number 2, just like Cleveland sports teams I swear I have curse too. my girl stunning, I'm stunting, you're fronting and I'm confronting you And I'm feeling so ambitious Accomplishing all my mommas wishes I showed I did it without any help, that shows I can do this without y'all b**hes Now you know I'm gonna keep turning up Cause that's what kid ram is known for Shout out to all the real fans that I know just wanna hear my voice some more Now I'm flying out to Baltimore, then catch a plane straight to New York, bout to record a couple samples for the labels that wanna hear some more, they want some more, so I give them more Now you know I run this town In the city hall established in the underground Now I'm keeping all the best on the run around Cause they bout to witness a white boy take the crown It's mine to take, imma take it now I keep gold trophies on my desk and I got plaques all up on the wall But nothing compares to a Grammy that I'm about to take before all y'all Nothing like this has ever been witnessed before So take some notes for when the next young kid from the LC decides to take control Imma make it mom, I can promise mom Shoutout to Quavo for hooking me up on the chorus When they ask "who's kid ram" you can tell them it's Ridge Morris