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Granny Crib

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Granny Crib was released on March 30, 2018 by Alamo as a part of the album Just Cause Y'all Waited

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OVERVIEW

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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Durk

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Durk Banks

Songwriter

Jacob Canady

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

ATL Jacob

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Turn up, people tell me

ATL Jacob

They ain't really from the streets

[Chorus]

Came a long way to a mansion crib (To a mansion crib)

I had roaches at my granny crib (At my granny crib)

Jumped into the streets on accident (On accident)

Police snatch me up, they better not ask me shit (Let's get it, yeah)

I don't want no Qual', I want some Actavis (Want some Actavis)

I bet that **** won't lack again (Won't lack again)

Remember I had them two for tens (Two for tens)

Put me on child support, you better not ask for shit (Whoa, whoa)

On my dead body (Whoa, whoa)

I remember wakin' up and seein' a dead body

And I can't go back on my word, that's on my dead body

Don't come into my funeral, cry over my dead body

And I ain't gon' pick you out, I'm talkin' 'bout everybody (Everybody)

I remember sellin' weed inside some Ed Hardys (Ed Hardys)

My homie, he the police, he might be fed probably (Fed probably)

That's on my dead body, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)

[Verse 1]

You ain't never been in a shootout with your homie, he ain't shoot back (He ain't shoot back)

**** don't try me when I'm by myself 'cause I'm too strapped ('Cause I'm too strapped)

Always tryna fix some shit where they loose at (Where they loose at)

Couldn't get nothin' to eat where I'm at, I sold loose squares (I sold loose squares)

Tryna tell my judge my story, he like, "Who cares?" (He like, "Who cares?")

Can't explain the love I got out for Du'Meir (For my son)

Don't come outside when it's war, I think you scared (I think you scared)

Wasn't in my life, I tell my kids you dead, uh (You wasn't there)

Know some ****'ll snake they homies for some meds (For some meds)

Know some **** that don't take care of they homies in the feds (Oh my God)

Know some **** that took some gunshots to the head (That's on God)

No reaction, they scream, "Gang, gang" when I'm dead (Let's get it)

Please be greater, don't please these haters

Please be greater, don't please these haters

On that Bentley paddle, like please these gators (That Bentley paddle)

I don't cry at wakings, I'ma grieve later

Cry at wakings, grieve later

If you don't believe me now, you gon' believe me later

Believe me now, you gon' believe me later

If you ain't bleedin' now, you gon' bleed later

If you ain't bleedin' now, you gon' bleed later

We don't buy Five-seveNs, ****, we take 'em

Five-seveNs, we take 'em

Percocet, eat 'em, I told Rex, "Take 'em"

Percocet, take 'em, I told Rex, "Take 'em"

Ain't let money change him (Ain't let money change him)

I told Rex, "Thank you" (I told Rex, "Thank you")

[Chorus]

Came a long way to a mansion crib (To a mansion crib)

I had roaches at my granny crib (At my granny crib)

Jumped into the streets on accident (On accident)

Police snatch me up, they better not ask me shit (Let's get it, yeah)

I don't want no Qual', I want some Actavis (Want some Actavis)

I bet that **** won't lack again (Won't lack again)

Remember I had them two for tens (Two for tens)

Put me on child support, you better not ask for shit (Whoa, whoa)

On my dead body (Whoa, whoa)

I remember wakin' up and seein' a dead body

And I can't go back on my word, that's on my dead body

Don't come into my funeral, cry over my dead body

And I ain't gon' pick you out, I'm talkin' 'bout everybody (Everybody)

I remember sellin' weed inside some Ed Hardys (Inside some Ed Hardys)

My homie, he the police, he might be fed probably (Fed probably)

That's on my dead body, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)

[Verse 2]

I'ma attached to my babies, they've been 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 a hundred and one percentage

Don't fuck with no sucker ****, my life, I adjusted with it

I'll snake you just to get it, no wonder I keep my distance

Wonder why I keep my pistol, had fame since we was little

Kept guns from bein' bullied, cap guns to keepin' fullies

My teacher tried to push me, I need them birds like Whoopi

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

I'ma survive the struggle, forever gon' ride with Muscle, Lil V

These **** ain't real, act like they love me

Homicide, homicide if a **** touch me

Facts, oh

A shame on you, mean that's a shame on me

You got fame on you, that mean that's fame from me

If you get one hundred years, that's the same for me

I'll forgive you for what you did, just explain to me

[Chorus]

Came a long way to a mansion crib (To a mansion crib)

I had roaches at my granny crib (At my granny crib)

Jumped into the streets on accident (On accident)

Police snatch me up, they better not ask me shit (Let's get it, yeah)

I don't want no Qual', I want some Actavis (Want some Actavis)

I bet that **** won't lack again (Won't lack again)

Remember I had them two for tens (Two for tens)

Put me on child support, you better not ask for shit (Whoa, whoa)

On my dead body (Whoa, whoa)

I remember wakin' up and seein' a dead body

And I can't go back on my word, that's on my dead body

Don't come into my funeral, cry over my dead body

And I ain't gon' pick you out, I'm talkin' 'bout everybody (Everybody)

I remember sellin' weed inside some Ed Hardys (Ed Hardys)

My homie, he the police, he might be fed probably (Fed probably)

That's on my dead body, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)

Written by: Durk Banks

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