Granny Crib

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 Quads I want some Actavis I bet that nigga won't lack again Remember I had them 2 for 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 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 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 Quads I want some Actavis I bet that nigga won't lack again Remember I had them 2 for 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 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 fillies My teacher tried to push me I need them birds like whooptees 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 Luvee 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 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 Quad I want some Actavis I bet that nigga won't lack again Remember I had them 2 for 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