Ms. Barbara Grandson

Drum Dummie made the beat, I know he gon' kill it Them people hate and say I got youngin 'em tryna blame some' Money Making Sonny, they tryna hold a nigga for ransom The bitches love me when I thought I was ugly they called me handsome I knew God had a plan for me 'cause I'm Ms. Barbara Grandson Watch what you saying to him 'Cause he'll been done flipped out on all you niggas And when the fame gone He don't got no problem posting up with all 'em killers Keep hearing that same song Turn it off that shit remind him of his lil' one Need to change his ringtone He can't, it's been the same since he was little He rock the same clothes, ain't pressed 'bout that designer shit he good He fuck the same hoes, he like his bitches straight from out the hood He just bought a draco, he ain't going hope you get that understood He like them wraith doors, I ain't lying he'll go cop that if he could He antisocial, he don't like talking 'bout his problems when he should He don't drink though he just smoke and he might sip only if it's mud And he be out every city he go He ain't worry 'bout shit he know he good He done cried his tears He done wiped his sweat, they stabbed his back, he shed his blood He don't need no friends, he good it's love Picking up backends only time he clubs His family gangsters, he could've been a thug They killed Pasco, should he could've been the plug Nah, he cut her off, he ain't fucking with her Found out one of the opps busting in her Crazy thing is he was trusting her It's fucked up how they be doing lil' bruh Them people hate and say I got youngin 'em tryna blame some' Money Making Sonny they tryna hold a nigga for ransom The bitches love me when I thought I was ugly they called me handsome I knew God had a plan for me 'cause I'm Ms. Barbara Grandson Watch what you saying to him 'Cause he'll been done flipped out on all you niggas And when the fame gone He don't got no problem posting up with all 'em killers Keep hearing that same song Turn it off that shit remind him of his lil' one Need to change his ringtone He can't, it's been the same since he was little He don't want his chains on I don't know why that young nigga too humble 'Cause he know that pain ain't gone And any day shit he can go back under Why he let that nigga diss him like that? 'Cause he ain't worried 'bout him, he worried 'bout karma Well, why he let 'em hit him like that? Man, all 'em niggas gon' die that's on his mama They say he ain't living like that Like what? He don't really involve his self with drama Why he always feeling like that? Some shit he was born with that ain't his problem How he get so skinny like that? 'Cause he got to take the meds prescribed by his doctor What about his family? He love 'em to death And he let go of that grudge he had with his father His sisters and brothers, that his heart His nieces and nephews, he like to spoil 'em And every time he say he quit, he think about them then he go harder Ain't a nigga gave him shit but he did for them, man, he too loyal He said his nigga last words to him was "I just wish the best for you" Them people hate and say I got youngin 'em tryna blame some' Money Making Sonny they tryna hold a nigga for ransom The bitches love me when I thought I was ugly they called me handsome I knew God had a plan for me 'cause I'm Ms. Barbara Grandson Watch what you saying to him 'Cause he'll been done flipped out on all you niggas And when the fame gone He don't got no problem posting up with all 'em killers Keep hearing that same song Turn it off that shit remind him of his lil' one Need to change his ringtone He can't, it's been the same since he was little