Nick Grant
Sway In The Morning Freestyle
Yea
Check, Check

I got a thing for Benzes, throttle engines, hottest lenses, watches and Taraji Henson
Fuck the fame cause the game breeds phony friendships
My homie was the co-defendant – I had more to lose
We here to lick, spend it all on shoes
The lawyer, now he callin' who? What's a boy to do?
Southern n***a with these up north flows
Got more hoes then my childhood wardrobe
A lot of times n***as lie in they rhymes
In order to live forever you gotta die in ya prime
Too broke for white folk; too rich to be in the mix
That's life though, walkin' this tightrope
Put ya hands on mine, you know the outcome
Cash long like Johnny dropped a double album
Balcony seats, play the cut suit, cut to a crease
Smoother than her ex, man, peep the mystique
Dope, all I got is my my word and my two genitals
I fuck her good, make her reach her pinnacle
This is for the n***as who, sneak dissin' who
Prob'ly on more lean than smooth criminal
Chuckin' and jivin', street glorifyin' jiggaboos
When he ain't makin' what you make, he feel miserable
Check, it took a n***a like JG to put me on
The rap phenom, who else would he put the cream on
That last n***a slept though, I need it up front
Quiet is kept though, I'm like Marshawn Lynch with strep throat
Remember Sugar Hill, ghetto what you should feel
You need a team to win, tell Melo recruit the skill
Never sold dope but if I had the money from doin', I wouldn't need your deal
Still, I am under influenced
Call me Pablo, set the bar high, check the repertoire
Never trust a chick in leopard bra, she a cheetah, here's the epilogue
Broads that like broads, classy
Never use the N-word in white cars
You trippin' if I ain't the hottest, fuck bein' modest
I prob'ly make Rakim and Daddy Kane the proudest
She in the crib lookin' at the walls like' "You ain't got no plaques?!"
That's cause them other n***as ruined rap
Gangsta, make the money pile up
The male Badu, fuck and make her switch her style up
Got a pool full of Jessica Albas, we wild bruh
You n***as handshakes ain't matchin' ya smiles bruh
And that's the way of life, make it and pay the price
Pick a n***a like me to show yo' daddy raised you right
Take me to the money, you can keep the stress
You ain't payin' dues, you just keepin' we's in debt
Fuckin' up this money, you gon' need an EMS
Blowin' all this money, feel like early BMF
Welcome to the mafia, never went to college bruh
Hoes in the lobby, I'm that n***a and it's obvious
Dead right, if the head right, she's an optimist
All I do is money dance, fuck your choreographer
Me, I'm blessed, fuck her, then she know what's next
Cause they in pictures with killers, don't mean n***as pose a threat
Me, I'm blessed, Big Tymer, I like bein' fresh
Bein' broke is for the birds when ya try'na feed the nest
Ugh, yes, Keenan Ivory, how ya livin'
Head of my own label, momma told me mind ya business
Shout out to my 'migo, rapper push perico
Choppa under the peek hole, make me spin you like Sway though
We know, every verse is like a kilo
I make this look easy, this is Jordan versus Ehlo
All about them C-notes, gotta follow G-code
Cause I'm from the bottom where poverty can check yo' ego