[Verse ]
When y'all was moving them nick bags
I was only smoking them gram sacks
Bitch we trapping hard, I cut my bath salt with that anthrax
Lace my Acto with that xanax, we in this bitch like a tampax
Or some Ovaries, you notice me
My bucket 'Lo, I'm smoking tree
My bucket 'Lo, I'm smoking tree
The rest of my fit, yes, it's 'Lo indeed
Fuck you mean? acting like you ain't know
And if I can't wear shorts a n***a don't wanna go
That's word to the big homie, shout-outs to my O.G
Only fuck with 'bout twenty cats that I know cause most of these n***as is police
So yeah shout-out my parolee's, n***as behind that G wall
Free my n***a Owee, man I swear that n***a, he ball
Yelling free my n***a Maverick, no love for them crackers
Tryna get my n***as out the motherfucking struggle make me want it so much badder
I be talking to my grandma, feeling quite Lugubrious
She think I'm wasting time but she the reason that I'm doing this
She turning sixty Sunday
She still working from Tuesday's to Monday, n***a that's not funny
I'm tryna get her and mommy a crib
She ain't even got one, her work place is where she live
Assistant living, helping old people
Make my soul weaker, fuck, like she ain't know either
[Outro]
I gotta make it, I'm gonna make it
And if I can't get it, I'mma fucking take it
Either way we gon' win Grandma
Going hard to the end Grandma
Yeah, we gon' win Grandma
Going hard to the end Grandma
I said I gotta make it
Yeah, said I'm gonna make it, like..yeah..like