Gram Life

Nah, that don't sound right

They know Newburg **** have more dog than the pound, right?

Tell 'em how before you was a opp, you was a fan, right?

Had to move to units, I wasn't cut out for the gram life

Paper work and bread right

Shootouts and my hands nice

I knew it was raw when it was stickin' to the pan tight

I turned tubman to a mid-grade hub

Booty prices from my plug, baby, catch it when it comes

Swear you good, tell the fuzz, you ain't know it was no drugs

If you lie in front the judge, then I know it's real love

I'm from the 55, where it's fuck whoever's outside

My generation taught 'em how to rob and how to buss iron

If they don't do nothin' else, know they gon' respect con

And shit ain't been the same inside the neighborhood, since you left, Quan

They let G's in heaven, then I know my **** finessed God

**** people get to getting shot, they wanna press pause

There to pop a bar and go and shoot a **** just 'cause

They was outside clutchin', when it was up on, I'm glad we bust ours

Nah, that don't sound right

They know Newburg **** have more dog than the pound, right?

Tell 'em how before you was an opp, you was a fan, right?

Had to move to units, I wasn't cut out for the gram life

Paper work and bread right

Shootouts and my hands nice

I knew it was raw when it was stickin' to the pan tight

Nah, that don't sound right

They know Newburg **** have more dog than the pound, right?

Hi to they shooters, act like they ruthless once they finally do it

How you gon' shoot me and cop deuces, is you gangster or coochie?

I told them no drive-by shootings, I want everything movin'

Feds loomin' and beats was brewin', while I'm laid up wounded

I been prayin' one of my shooters find they way to your noodle

How to get away with murder? You can't find that on Google

Tired of waiting, would you slay your partner for violatin'?

I told Casey if I ever snake a ****, go and spray me

I'ma stick to the code, on my soul but I'm not impatient

Big bro, just got home and I put him in situations

He like, fuck it, you my brother, my ****, I'm obligated

You my mamma's favorite, no disrespect will be tolerated

Nah, that don't sound right

They know Newburg **** have more dog than the pound, right?

Tell 'em how before you was an opp, you was a fan, right?

Had to move to units, I wasn't cut out for the gram life

Paper work and bread right

Shootouts and my hands nice

I knew it was raw when it was stickin' to the pan tight

Nah, that don't sound right

They know Newburg **** have more dog than the pound, right?