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When y'all was moving them nick bags

I was only smoking them gram sacks

Bitch we trapping hard, I cut my bath salt with that anthrax

Lace my Acto with that xanax, we in this bitch like a tampax

Or some Ovaries, you notice me

My bucket 'Lo, I'm smoking tree

My bucket 'Lo, I'm smoking tree

The rest of my fit, yes, it's 'Lo indeed

Fuck you mean? acting like you ain't know

And if I can't wear shorts a nigga don't wanna go

That's word to the big homie, shout-outs to my O.G

Only fuck with 'bout twenty cats that I know cause most of these niggas is police

So yeah shout-out my parolee's, niggas behind that G wall

Free my nigga Owee, man I swear that nigga, he ball

Yelling free my nigga Maverick, no love for them crackers

Tryna get my niggas out the motherfucking struggle make me want it so much badder

I be talking to my grandma, feeling quite Lugubrious

She think I'm wasting time but she the reason that I'm doing this

She turning sixty Sunday

She still working from Tuesday's to Monday, nigga that's not funny

I'm tryna get her and mommy a crib

She ain't even got one, her work place is where she live

Assistant living, helping old people

Make my soul weaker, fuck, like she ain't know either

[Outro]

I gotta make it, I'm gonna make it

And if I can't get it, I'mma fucking take it

Either way we gon' win Grandma

Going hard to the end Grandma

Yeah, we gon' win Grandma

Going hard to the end Grandma

I said I gotta make it

Yeah, said I'm gonna make it, like..yeah..like