Like Grandma Penny Would

Lyrics

[Intro] (Continuous background, "I'm good" sample) Yea All good Yea Uh-huh (Yeah) [Chorus] I'm really good (Yea!) Feet pinked up, doin' like Uncle Willy would (Uh-huh) Selling crack at '43, like Uncle Timmy would (Uh-huh) Rest in peace to Grandma, drink like Uncle Penny would Getting high with my lady, just like Uncle Jimmy would She wanna treat me right, can't do it like the henny would (Uh-huh) I tell him dat I'm, "A-okay", when I ain't feeling good Aboutta' wipe the pain, but dat shit ain't sitting good (Yea!) [Verse] Pick the phone up for babies, I know my daddy didn't (Didn't) They never hear their daddies fumble, or thеir daddies snitchin' (Snitchin') Ay, daddy, pull up to the addy, evеrytime they send it (They send it) The hustlers like, "Damn 'em prices, nigga, really nifty" (God damn!) Ran down with my sister, with the pole in the winter (Uh-huh) Everytime they around, good hands they wuz in it We done did so much, hundred years worth of sinnin' (So much) Is you going or is you winnin'? There ain't no prolong, til' the finish (Yeahh) There ain't no prolong in dis vision, I put my all in dis kitchen (Yeah) I know my mind going crazy, nigga off 'em meds (Yeah!) Nigga pardon my back, I be gone in the head (Gone in the head) You understand? Yeah! [Chorus] I'm really good (Good) Feet pinked up, doin' like Uncle Willy would (Would) Selling crack at '43, like Uncle Timmy would (Would) Rest in peace to Grandma, drink like Uncle Penny would (Yeah) Getting high with my lady, just like Uncle Jimmy would (Uh-huh) She wanna treat me right, can't do it like the henny would (Yeah!) I tell him dat I'm, "A-okay", when I ain't feeling good Aboutta' wipe the pain, but dat shit ain't sitting good (Sittin' good) [Refrain] Pick the phone up for babies, I know my daddy didn't They never hear their daddies fumble, or their daddies snitchin' Ay, daddy, pull up to the addy, everytime they send it The hustlers like, "Damn 'em prices, nigga, really nifty" (Yeah!) [Outro] (lAy, yo, B, chill the fuck out, man) (Shut the fuck up, now fuck you, baby boy Where you roll up with, matter fact? Where you roll up with?! Where you roll up with?! You think I'm playin' with you? Where you roll up with?! Didin't I tell you to roll up then?) (Damn son, where you find dis?) (Oh, oh, shit, bat, yo-) (Bitch ass muthafucka)