Ms. Barbara Grandson
(Drum Dummie made the beat and I'm gon' kill it)
Them people hate, say I got youngin them trying to blam something
Money Making Sonny, they trying to hold a nigga for ransom
The bitches love me, when I thought I was ugly, they called me handsome
I knew God had a plan for me 'cause I'm Ms. Barbara grandson
Watch what you saying to him 'cause he'll been done flipped out on all you niggas
And when the fame gone, he don't got no problem posting up with all them killers
Keep hearing that same song, turn it off, that shit remind him of his lil' one
Need to change his ringtone, he can't, it's been the same since he was little
He rock the same clothes, ain't pressed 'bout that designer shit, he good
He fuck the same hoes, he like his bitches straight from out the hood
He just bought a Draco, he ain't going hope you get that understood
He like them Wraith doors, I ain't lying, he'll go cop that if he could
He antisocial, he don't like talking 'bout his problems when he should
He don't drink though, he just smoke and he might sip only if it's mud
And he be out every city he go, he ain't worry 'bout shit, he know he good
He done cried his tears, he done wiped his sweat, they stabbed his back he shed his blood
He don't need no friends, he good, it's love
Picking up backends, only time he clubs
His family gangsters, he could've been a thug
They killed Pasco, should he could've been the plug
Nah, he cut her off, he ain't fucking with her, found out one of the opps busting in her
Crazy thing is, he was trusting her, it's fucked up how they be doing lil' bro
Them people hate, say I got youngin them trying to blam something
Money Making Sonny, they trying to hold a nigga for ransom
The bitches love me, when I thought I was ugly, they called me handsome
I knew God had a plan for me 'cause I'm Ms. Barbara grandson
Watch what you saying to him 'cause he'll been done flipped out on all you niggas
And when the fame gone, he don't got no problem posting up with all them killers
Keep hearing that same song, turn it off, that shit remind him of his lil' one
Need to change his ringtone, he can't, it's been the same since he was little
He don't want his chains on, I don't know why that young nigga too humble
'Cause he know that pain ain't gone and any day he can go back under
Why he let that nigga diss him like that? '
Cause he ain't worried 'bout him, he worried 'bout karma
Well, why he let 'em hit him like that?
Man, all them niggas gon' die, that's on his mama
They say he ain't living like that, like what?
He don't really involve his self with drama
Why he always feeling like that? Some shit he was born with that, ain't his problem
How he get so skinny like that? 'Cause he got to take the meds prescribed by his doctor
What his family he love them to death and he let go of that grudge he had with his father
His sisters and brothers that his heart his nieces and nephews, he like to spoil them
And every time he say he quit, he think about them then he go harder
Ain't a nigga gave him shit but he did for them, man, he too loyal
He said his nigga last words to him was, "I just wish the best for you"
Them people hate, say I got youngin them trying to blam something
Money Making Sonny, they trying to hold a nigga for ransom
The bitches love me, when I thought I was ugly, they called me handsome
I knew God had a plan for me 'cause I'm Ms. Barbara grandson
Watch what you saying to him 'cause he'll been done flipped out on all you niggas
And when the fame gone, he don't got no problem posting up with all them killers
Keep hearing that same song, turn it off, that shit remind him of his lil' one
Need to change his ringtone, he can't, it's been the same since he was little