i sit and drink some tea with grandma, and talk about how much she isn't getting, we just pray, hope the blessings collect, yesterday i missed the call from my cousin collect, he upstate, i hope i catch him on another day, but i ain't trying to see him, in a fuckin' round with the gay, one look at my granny, i thought for sure sinking, damn. you know what i'm thinking, nah. i see you're kinda slow, cause i ain't serving shit, but this flow, and this beat is like a pack, flow like crack, i'm a do 'em one better, flip this sect, so these bars is fat nickels, got my first sale, bought the kids popsicles, the game's so fickle, got me going and my lawyer fair to cop swishers, narcs pull us over, talking 'bout where's the pistols, and all we tryna do is just get a couple conies, cause same shit in the crib man, you lucky we're baloney, lonely inside living in a quarter house, bunch a niggas pressed like a church lady blouse, wonder why all these niggas running to the south, but in these 60's niggas came to where?, wonder why all these motherfuckers running to the south, cause in the 60's our elders came from there, yeah. i sit and drink some tea with grandma, and talk about how much we isn't getting, we just pray, hope the blessings collect, yesterday got a call from my cousin collect, he upstate, said he straight, niggas locked, wroten bars for the mixtape, but i'm far from paid, and the bills don't fade, so if you don't play might be locked in the cage, nah i play the stage, and the hour's never flexible, been doing this since granny made me eat my vegetables, threw away my school schedule. these niggas lack testicles. say what they want, don't do what they feel, sometimes i look at shit like is it really real?, same question meth asked in '94, had the hilfiger bubble coat. crushed on tiffany but she wasn't feeling me, cause she was in the 12th grade sipping on hennessey, now she a memory of what she once was, now if you see her you wouldn't touch her with a buzz
