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๐Ÿ‘ค Deem Spencer โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ adultSW!M โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:53
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โฑ๏ธ 3:53 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

My grandma had a son
My mother's only brother
My only uncle by blood
Didn't like to listen
And only done what he want
Was out here like his niggas
His homie High-Key had hooked up a mission
They was getting it, running that digit up

Late 80's in Brooklyn had niggas thuggin'
People killin' right outside, baggin' us up
The only way to not pass by was not give no fuck
Get higher than a fight back fire
That feel of suffering realer
So, they saw drug dealing as an eruption

Niggas getting rich as shit and now feel adjusted
Funny how where it's at, isn't that big a jump
The ceiling was a floor, as real as that feeling was
Money, power, respect isn't as real as love
But niggas gotta get that skrilla, that bill adds up
You might wanna give back to the people that love, yeah, yeah

(Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
(Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
(Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

My grandma had a son
My mother's only brother
My only uncle by blood
Didn't like to listen
And only done what he want
Was out here like his niggas
His homie High-Key had hooked up a mission
They was getting it, running that digit up

One night, in like 9-3 sellin' that good
They ain't like the price, like plug tried the right one
A gunfight ignite light, three candle light vigil
They hit his man, he stayed with him 'cause he not budging
Crying for his man like "Please brother get up"
The opps spun it back, light him right in that muffin

Took a niggas lights, but he ain't die, he had luck
My grandma was his mom, and she ain't handle that good
Screaming prayers to God and reading that book
Womb to the sandbox, stand clean of that judge
The judge see you once, he done
We in that dungeon

(Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
(Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
(Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:39.67] My grandma had a son
[00:41.41] My mother's only brother
[00:43.20] My only uncle by blood
[00:44.53] Didn't like to listen
[00:46.33] And only done what he want
[00:48.08] Was out here like his niggas
[00:50.02] His homie High-Key had hooked up a mission
[00:52.34] They was getting it, running that digit up
[00:54.94] Late 80's in Brooklyn had niggas thuggin'
[00:58.03] People killin' right outside, baggin' us up
[01:01.89] The only way to not pass by was not give no fuck
[01:04.99] Get higher than a fight back fire
[01:07.10] That feel of suffering realer
[01:09.16] So, they saw drug dealing as an eruption
[01:11.56] Niggas getting rich as shit and now feel adjusted
[01:15.03] Funny how where it's at, isn't that big a jump
[01:18.14] The ceiling was a floor, as real as that feeling was
[01:21.64] Money, power, respect isn't as real as love
[01:24.72] But niggas gotta get that skrilla, that bill adds up
[01:28.67] You might wanna give back to the people that love, yeah, yeah
[01:32.88] (Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
[01:35.91] (Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
[01:39.54] (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
[01:45.81] (Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
[01:49.57] (Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
[01:53.76] (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
[01:59.77] My grandma had a son
[02:01.87] My mother's only brother
[02:03.64] My only uncle by blood
[02:04.81] Didn't like to listen
[02:06.53] And only done what he want
[02:08.50] Was out here like his niggas
[02:09.93] His homie High-Key had hooked up a mission
[02:12.74] They was getting it, running that digit up
[02:15.85] One night, in like 9-3 sellin' that good
[02:18.85] They ain't like the price, like plug tried the right one
[02:22.01] A gunfight ignite light, three candle light vigil
[02:25.86] They hit his man, he stayed with him 'cause he not budging
[02:29.19] Crying for his man like "Please brother get up"
[02:32.26] The opps spun it back, light him right in that muffin
[02:35.70] Took a niggas lights, but he ain't die, he had luck
[02:39.17] My grandma was his mom, and she ain't handle that good
[02:42.15] Screaming prayers to God and reading that book
[02:45.68] Womb to the sandbox, stand clean of that judge
[02:49.15] The judge see you once, he done
[02:50.82] We in that dungeon
[02:53.42] (Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
[02:56.88] (Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
[02:59.97] (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
[03:06.05] (Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
[03:10.06] (Uuh-uuh, ooh-ooh)
[03:13.35] (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
[03:20.65]

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