Ms. Barbara Grandson

Drum Dummie made the beat, I know he gon' kill it

Them people hate and say I got youngin 'em tryna blame some'
Money Making Sonny, they tryna 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 'em 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' bruh

Them people hate and say I got youngin 'em tryna blame some'
Money Making Sonny they tryna 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 'em 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 shit 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 'em 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 about his family? He love 'em 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 'em
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 and say I got youngin 'em tryna blame some'
Money Making Sonny they tryna 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 'em 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