Samuel L. Gramz, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro] For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children Yeah And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers And you will know my name is the Lord (No Julius) Nah, for real Nah, nah, for real [Chorus] Call me Gramz, want them jacks just like Samuel Just 'cause you say you real, that don't make you real Nigga stressed the fuck out, I'm finna take a pill I shit talk so much, I went and got a grill My bitch mad I be actin' like I ain't got a girl I don't put shit on my son, I'm tryin' to give him the world Everybody hatin' on a nigga, they want me to fail Bitch, you wasn't down bad with me whеn I was at [?] [Verse] I ain't never did a scam, I got shit for sale So many bullеts in this Glock, let's go shell for shell Up late catchin' plays eatin' Taco Bell I heard her pussy bad as hell, it got a nacho smell I'm tryna shit talk on the beat, I'm finna call Rell I told her, "Bend the fuck over", she was tall as hell On the phone with my nigga Mo, he talkin' 'bout all is well Out of town, told bro he gotta catch the mail If I fall off, ain't got nobody, I gotta catch myself Almost did some shit, I had to catch myself Bro got an old-ass Tech, he just like a ref' Don't go slidin' with nobody, do it by yourself My nigga a hard body, boy, he just like Jeff I don't want no head from that bitch, I can smell her breath Don't invite my niggas to the party, shit gon' go left They locked my nigga down 'cause he was sellin' meth That Draco short as hell, so I call it F He was actin' tough on the 'net, so he caught the belt I can't sign to no label, they gon' try to shelf It ain't hard in real life, catch him by his self Sometimes I be feelin' like I'm not myself If I ain't got nobody else, I know I got myself Since a bad-ass jit, I've been sack runnin' I ain't never, ever got a strap took from me Your boyfriend a bitch back then, he bought cookie from me I hit her for the free ball, you bought pussy from her I was a badass kid, you got Boosie numbers? I still ball on niggas, I got an ugly jumper [Chorus] Call me Gramz, want them jacks just like Samuel Just 'cause you say you real, that don't make you real Nigga stressed the fuck out, I'm finna take a pill I shit talk so much, I went and got a grill My bitch mad I be actin' like I ain't got a girl I don't put shit on my son, I'm tryin' to give him the world Everybody hatin' on a nigga, they want me to fail Bitch, you wasn't down bad with me when I was at [?] [Outro] (No, Julius)