Lyrics:
grandson
Type of shit where everything I see I cop
Labels tryna by my stock
Im on the road to the millions
On the road to the millions
On the road
don't try to double cross me
Like Tennessee ghouls, I'll nail that ass to the cross, b
Revenge mode, I live life by the sword
And if you live by it, die
That day, I walk by the river
Remembering the days of young
My mum, the food she delivered
Our bellies were so full and fun
We heard a plane in
is enough
Chains wrapped around my neck and my nuts
Seems they forgot yea they memory dust
Aye AYO
I'm giving y'all a culture shock
Don't give a damn
give mum a grandson
These ladies moving crazy, uh
Wanna have babies by me
Lately I've been keepin' my head down
Ain't been wildin', takin' time out
culture
(And the words of truth go by)
War child
Baby we lived hard
Finally know
How strong we are
Oh, yeah
Dying leaders
You can stay at home
Our new
grandson, nigga
From Art 1 shit, 'member that shit
All that shit, free lunches and all that shit (all that shit)
Same story every mornin'
Niggas in
and the
Memory still brings him chills
His leg got ripped off by the saw
And he feared his boys would no
Longer have a pa around
But his boys thought quick
culture
Of our culture, of our culture
Much easier way to cope 'cause
The fact is I'm broken
A old used car yeah my car real broken
Had a system in it but
it
Product of a violent environment, saw niggas go get money I had to go try it
My grandma's a crying, her grandson a liar, like all of this shit
a traitor
You both belittle humble
Also fight against the meek.
But i and i and i
By the power of jah-i
We shall overcome
One fine day
Chatty chatty mouth
A man of my word is my culture
I smoke on that dope and it's culture You came with that shwag and it's rubbish
Came with that aggression, it's passive I
they throw it out
Bentley waiting by the curb I spur it out
Doors don't open they self the chauffeur get out
My exhale made anything a foggy blur
I
like Bruce Wayne's mansion, move like a phantom
You'll talk about me to your grandsons
Cats who claiming they hard be mad fag
So I run through 'em
they tyrants
Woah, I think woke cancel cultures tirin'
Oh, I ain't tryna trigger nobody
Wardrobe full of skeletons, my basement full of bodies
I
Gotta love him
Even though they hate em
Listen to me talk
Wanna see em gotta pay em
Yeah
This one is for the culture
I said this one is for
the culture you have it you can have it
Jesus set me free I no longer live in bondage
Just gave it all to God now I'm counting up the blessings
By his stripes
right
We gon' get it right, we gon' get it right
How can I be a better father, son, a better grandson?
Honorin' Fannie Lous and the Fred Hamptons
surrounded by the enemy
On the battlefield of life
With his weapon raised over his raised head
He will exclaim
I am the grandson of so and so
And that will be
Lead race and culture reporter is live in the news room tonight
With more on how gun violence is a racial justification
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I'm dropping this for
of the house, never even boarded a train
I married a guy, was livin' high
I didn't want him to know her
She had a grandson, two years old
I never even showed her
of the house, never even boarded a train
I married a guy, was livin' high
I didn't want him to know her
She had a grandson, two years old
I never even showed her
Flush
You can't flush
Life's a gamble
I'm happy with the hand I was dealt nikkka
Bitch it's always been a royal flush
The culture shitted me out
Yeah
Turned off the TV
His beautiful broken hero on the couch
Passed out asleep
And he put 'em to bed
With tears in his eyes
He said dad I love you,
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