[Intro]
Grammys with the pretty lights
And raise your motherfuckin' hands if you feeling right
They don’t play us on the station, well that's cool aight
And all she wanna do is dance cause she knows the vibe, right
[Hook]
I'mma pull up to the Grammys with the pretty lights
And raise your motherfuckin’ hands if you feeling right
And they don't play us on the station well that's cool aight
And all she wanna do is dance cause she knows the vibe, right
La Famiglia, run the city like we made GoodFellas
Got the whole game shook like we Martin Margiela
I don't fuck with no lames broke boys they jealous
A diffеrent city every night, undеr all these pretty lights
And my boy's gon' tell em
[Verse 1]
Hello hello, well this the birth of the champion sound
This is way too much for me to ever slow down
Look around, (broke boys said that we couldn't do it)
Like Basquiat said a young prince gon' chop for the crown
Oh wow, I guess they BBQ the fat beats
The flow so juicy so I guess they serving rap beef
This that Dolce Vita, snapping paparazzi
I owe a lot to K; KDOT, 3K, Hova, who else? And me
If this is your first time hearing this you are about to experience
Something a little serious, sinister mixed with cheerios
We never had nothing handed
Took nothing for granted
Took nothing from no man
We made it on our own man
So you can call me, Mr "I got hits galore"
Me and the magazine’s gon have a real good report
All of these pretty lights told you eyes gon’ soar
And I don't sing hooks cause the kids’ gon roar
[Hook]
I'mma pull up to the Grammys with the pretty lights
And raise your motherfuckin' hands if you feeling right
And they don't play us on the station well that’s cool aight
And all she wanna do is dance cause she knows the vibe, right
La Famiglia, run the city like we made GoodFellas
Got the whole game shook like we Martin Margiela
I don't fuck with no lames broke boys they jealous
A different city every night, under all these pretty lights
And my boy's gon' tell em
[Verse 2]
Welcome to my city where the kids roam
Pretty sights, living good, yeah the kings home
Gaze above the night sky, see the shooting stars
Saying, “who gon' stop me, Houston we gon' go to mars”
In my city, rock the building, ain't no crash course
You think we do this, just to push a fucking Rav4?
But don't be clueless, acting stupid what we rap for
To claim this throne, I gotta play up where the greats ball
Somebody gotta tell them what we really about
Imagine the fashion we rocking just to show the style
It's got me breathing, gasping, asthma attacking
Had to stretch the game like it's made out of plastic
I tell them, “Welcome to my city with the pretty lights"
And if you fucking with me, you gon' have to spend the night
I tell them, “Welcome to my city with the pretty lights"
And if you fucking with me you gon have to stay for life
[Hook]
I'mma pull up to the Grammys with the pretty lights
And raise your motherfuckin' hands if you feeling right
And they don't play us on the station well that's cool aight
And all she wanna do is dance cause she knows the vibe, right
La Famiglia, run the city like we made GoodFellas
Got the whole game shook like we Martin Margiela
I don't fuck with no lames broke boys they jealous
A different city every night, under all these pretty lights
And my boy's gon' tell em
[Verse 3]
Let em keep debating
The hits we gon keep making
Certainly the greatest
Ain't addicted to that fake shit
I guess that must be fate then
I like the haters hating
Hating on the shit I'm making
Cause I'm making hits until the AM, uh
You ain't ever walked in my shoes
Superstar life I done paid for all of my dues
Under all these pretty lights it's just me, myself and my dudes
Under all these pretty lights it's just, uh
I don't give a fuck about what anybody tells me
Imma just do me, and nothing ever coulda stop me
Focused on my dream and where I be is where you not be
Number 1, influence the world
R-I-C-H tell them welcome to my world
I don't need nothing but my Kin
So tell these motherfuckers that me and my boys' gon pull up to the
[Hook]
I'mma pull up to the Grammys with the pretty lights
And raise your motherfuckin' hands if you feeling right
And they don't play us on the station well that's cool aight
And all she wanna do is dance cause she knows the vibe, right
La Famiglia, run the city like we made GoodFellas
Got the whole game shook like we Martin Margiela
I don't fuck with no lames broke boys they jealous
A different city every night, under all these pretty lights
And my boy's gon' tell em
