Standing Ovation

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I told 'em straight drop this and ziplock that Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap (yeeeeah) I remember nights I didn't remember nights (nights) I damn near went crazy, had to get it right (that's right) Now I'm ya favorite rapper's favorite rapper (ay) Now I'm ya favorite trapper's favorite trapper (ha ha) The absolute truth, yeah I'm no joke Who me, I emerged from the crack smoke (yeah) In the hearts of those who grind with O's (O's) They feel my pain, they at my shows (jeah) That's why I got this glass pot and this triple beam (what) I tell 'em money talks like Charlie Sheen (ay) [Chorus] These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation [Verse 2] Once upon a time, I used to grind all night (grind all night) With that residue, that was iPod white (yeeeeeah) I'm a boss, I got Juice like the magazine (jeah) And everyday I see Feds like the magazine (ha ha) Psychopathic wordplay, schizophrenic flow (flow) I guess it's safe to say I got schizophrenic dough (daaaaamn) Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts (jeah) Who am I to tell ya different? Ya only live once (let's get it) All I blow is kush, yeah that Cali bud (bud) Got cali love when I got that Cali Plug (ay) My Spanish bitch in L.A., yeah I owe her one (one) Now them squares seventeen like Uncle Grady's son (yeeeeeeeah) [Chorus] These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation [Verse 3] The game flows through my veins, man I can't understand it Infatuation with the birds, I watch Animal Planet (ha ha) My life's a motion picture in Dolby Digital (ay) Street raised and the scale it was digital Calculate my every step, I'm a mathematician Make them pigeons disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeeeeeah) A .40 cal, rubberbands, and a shoebox (jeah) Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (ay) Got it by the truckload, like the bread people (jeah) I got a Sixth Sense, I stack dead people (that's right) I'm talking Grants and Jacksons Swear it took a whole hour just to count the Jacksons (ay) [Chorus] These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation