A Little Story - Jean Grae

The story of a young girl, praying for those who chose her to notice

This golden child entitled the holy grail drinker

For sure a soldier trooper

Maneuver through your crew and noticed only overseas and quoted like a?

maneuver

Picture different, my vision position to capture moments

And living it only dreaming children are pretty to know

And Jean holding zero?

dinero is the current state

I’m exposing the lack of folding?

limos?

empty plates

It’s all fucked up, writing across the wall, sucker

My thoughts are trapped in ink and imagining them being wrapped in mink

But life is routed on roads with broken glass and potholes and shit

I’m running barefoot on the same street you drive your Rolls in

Luxury gangsta whips and cliques and women

Liquor-driven strippers chilling in your coke-infested place of living

I got a stoag and a match, a dream of toking some tracks

?

cash, so why should niggas listen?

I throwback like Kodak clips

That means I go back to old hits and re-take prints with new spit

Then throw that to yo?

You know that trick, whoa

With that ho?

I mean that shit, yo

Suppose you only used to chicks who use they tits to boost sales

And boot males who switch the crew they with but really fails

Cause rap fans are finicky, your approach is gimmicky

So your turn’s over fast, like a young man’s virginity

Ms. Grae, the unknown vet, destined to stardom

Reaching higher up than Harlem is to L.E.S.

Puerto Ricans

You’re blowing smoke and shooting dope and speaking nothing

Niggas is tripping, video bitches are making a killing

Little girls thinking they’re grown women in bra tops

But will it matter soon when the bomb drops, it all stops

We’re thinking ghetto warfare, you should be thinking bigger

Money, bitches, and houses, they’re still calling you a nigga

This is the mind of a visionary

Imprisoned in matrimony with rapping in shackled?

Black like ya homie selling crack in the back of an alley

You know me in fact, I’m the shadow behind you creeping slowly

Smoking dro, analyzing ambition

While I’m fantasizing, planning trips of tanning on islands with?

Up and down?

magazine

Poster child for?

scholars,?

kerosene find me

Maybe finally in colleges with adolescent scholars

PlayStations for twenty kids making a hundred dollars

Maybe chilling in Hollis with?

wallets open

Splitting change for dutches for rolling, munchies for after smoking

The intro, for y’all who ain’t know

The first is J-E-N

The second’s G-R, then the letter of every first plan

Next, the last to the end of this verse, I’m hoping your spelling it works

Cause it’s the end of the verse