Granny crib

[Hook]
Came a long way to a mansion crib
I had roaches out my granny crib
Jumped into the streets on accident
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit

I don’t want no Quali I want some Actavis
I bet that nigga won’t lack again
Remember I had them 2s and 10s
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit

On my dead body
I remember wakin’ up and seeing a dead body
And I can’t go back on my word that’s on my dead body
Don’t come to my funeral crying ova my dead body

And I ain’t gon’ pick you out I’m talking ‘bout everybody
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy’s
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
That’s on my dead body [Verse 1]
You ain’t never been in a shootout with yo’ homie he ain’t shoot back
Niggas don’t try me when I’m by myself ‘cause I’m too strapped
Always tryin’ to fix some shit where its loose at
Couldn’t get none to eat where I’m at I sold loose squares

Tryin’ tell my judge my story like who cares
Can’t explain the love I got in for Dahmir (for my son)
Don’t come outside when it’s war I think you scared
Wasn’t in my life I tell my kids you dead

Know some niggas that’ll snake their homies for some meds
Know some niggas that don’t take care of their homies in the feds
Know some niggas that took some gunshots to the head
No reaction and scream “gang gang” when I’m dead

Please be greater, don’t please these haters
When that Bentley pouting, like please these gators
I don’t cry at wakings, I’ma grieve later
You gon’ believe me now, you gon’ believe me later You ain’t bleeding now, you gon’ bleed later
We don’t buy 5s 7s, nigga we take ‘em
Pereocet eater, I told Rex take ‘em
And that money change ya, I told Rex thank you

[Hook]
Came a long way to a mansion crib
I had roaches out my granny crib
Jumped into the streets on accident
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit

I don’t want no Quali I want some Actavis
I bet that nigga won’t lack again
Remember I had them 2s and 10s
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit

On my dead body
I remember wakin’ up and seeing a dead body
And I can’t go back on my word that’s on my dead body
Don’t come to my funeral crying ova my dead body

And I ain’t gon’ pick you out I’m talking ‘bout everybody
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy’s
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
That’s on my dead body

[Verse 2]
Imma text my babes, they be drivin’ me crazy
My three sons crazy, make my daughters ladies
Turn these thous to millions, goin broke prevent it
I be on my enemies, 101 percentage

Don’t fuck wit no sucker niggas, my life I adjusted wit it
I snake you just to get it, don want die I keep my distance
Wonder why I keep my pistol, had fame since we was little
Kept guns from being bullied, cap guns to keep em (?)

My teacher tried to push me, I need them birds like (?)
My bitch I love her pussy for thirty thousand book me
They steady tryna book me, smoke a pound of cookie
A designer junkie, I done survived the jungle

Imma survive the struggle, forever got ride wit muscle
(?) these ain’t right act like they love me
Homicide, homicide if a nigga touch me, facts, oh

Shame on you mean thats a shame on me
Got fame on you mean thats fame for me
If you get 100 yea, that the same for me
I’ll forgive you for what you did just explain to me

[Hook]
Came a long way to a mansion crib
I had roaches out my granny crib
Jumped into the streets on accident
Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit

I don’t want no Quali I want some Actavis
I bet that nigga won’t lack again
Remember I had them 2s and 10s
Put me on child support you better not ask for shit

On my dead body
I remember wakin’ up and seeing a dead body
And I can’t go back on my word that’s on my dead body
Don’t come to my funeral crying ova my dead body

And I ain’t gon’ pick you out I’m talking ‘bout everybody
I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy’s
My homie he the police he might be fed probably
That’s on my dead body