Lyrics

[Intro] *Phwwwwwhht* Yeah This shit get real- Turn the delay off in my shi- Aye, yea [Verse 1] I miss granny like a muhfucka She the one who kept me humble Family went they separate ways Ion even talk to my brother I used to look up to my uncle And in my air is hustle Get fresh like my cousin Marvin His brother Mike had the muscle Mama told me keep the same face When you broke or when you rich They ain't gotta know a thing I look right in my sister and I see me in her face I wanted to be straight, I want her to be safe I look right in my son and I tell him that he great "Boy you forever straight, some M's in the safe.." The Roley yours too, the Rolls and the [?] I came a long way, I drop him off at school in VH Dawg you ain't never seen it, this bitch a B8 A 2023 dawg, you a year late Probably thought this bitch was wrapped, man that's 30 for the paint Trynna go and get it you gon' need some more cake [Chorus] I really had to grind for this shit Thank the lord everyday cause niggas dying for this shit Half these niggas lying and that's it And half these hoes broke or act rich [Verse 2] You ain't hurt me talking about it, 'less I did it, 'less I seen it This rap game like wrestling These niggas John Cena My watch plain, neck froze, I got more shit in the freezer Dawg that ain't no regular Beamer, man that bitch a Alpina 600 for my shirt, 2,000 dollar denim Baby racks, pink 50s, got it hard for me to fit 'em Boy we live what we rap, this ain't no mothafuckin' riddle Ask the streets, this shit facts, so crazy, we was little Brand new bag from LA, now i'm balling like [?] If you got hit with them bricks, boy today how would you flip 'em? We got cake everyday, they think we fucking up the system Man them bitches sold out before they ever got to send 'em [Outro] I really had to grind for this shit Aye, half these niggas lying and that's it, and that's it, and that's it Half these hoes broke, they act rich For real (Hrrr-)(B-)(Blrrrd-)