Jeezy - Standing Ovation lyrics

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)

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

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 a 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 Blood (ay)
My Spanish bitch in LA, yeah I owe her one
(one) now them squares seventeen like
Uncle Grady's son (yeeeeeeeah)

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

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)

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