Grandma's Boy

Grandma’s boy the heart of the archetype

The matriarch of of the family we talk alike and walk alike

We took a page out of Annie and had the heart to knock on life

See what opens up for us

Wasn’t a fan of Farrakhan but he was like The Pope for us

She was studying baptist, "get thee behind me Satan," but we was hustling backwards

We had struggles that lasted

We had couches with plastic on em

I sprained my ankle while balling, no doctor needed, no, grandma perform some magic on em

Fictitious stories bout how we may come to glory

Got no Blemishes, my 23rd chapter is me adapting

Fish out of water

Stone faced killers that never haltered like the rock of Gibraltar

I slide through the vultures, grandma wearing slides on the porches

Her house was the fortress

With mercy comes the site of misfortune

Her spouse in the forces, a solider but he died from endorphins

Of course

This cycle just as sure as the corpse is

Japanese fans she wave during the preacher's sermons

I questioned the myth of Jesus so loud that the preacher heard him

"Young boy what you know about God?"

Not much but if he knew you, you’d be out of a job

Smack on the lips

Strawberry candy, shit was a hit

Inside of her purse, and that’s right on the side of her hip

Irrelevant fact, let’s keep the story in tact

Grandmas boy was the second born, the first to be bragged about

She dragged and pull for me to not go the rapper route

At least a bachelors, I’ll pay for the half amount

Even the whole thing, just don’t do the flow thing

You saw yo uncle Brandon die from doing the dope thing

All dogs go to heaven so Rest In Peace to my mothers youngest brother, the breath of god made us brethren, peace