Bitty Yala Interlude
I can still smell the scent
Of my granny's house
Wishing I was sitting
On my granny's couch
With a pen and pad
Headphones turned to the max
As she pass
"Boy turn that down"
The money I'd pay
Just to hear that sound
Damn near give my life
Just to get that feel
Ain't a moment in my life
That could hit that real
And I was the only boy
Eva's baby what they known me for
I was part two to uncle Tony lord
All my granny wishes kept me overjoyed
Granny you know your boy
I'm still alive in a world of sin
I survived in a world of men
Cause you put them blessings in the world im in
I been scheming some days ago
I hate breathing some days you know
I been feeling some way about It
Guess I'm going through phases bro
More roaches than bucks in my pocket
A real one for talking about it
Low as my fucking emotions
Low as the lids around my sockets
Ouu that was hot
Like a crack rock
Gone duck the cash
In the stash spot
Gone and tell the kids
Not to do drugs
Gone and tell them all
That the pot's not
Foot on they neck
Tell me lift up
Like trying tell a god
That the plan's flawed
Like trying tell a real nigga
Kiss up
Damn excuse me
Did I ask yall
Damn excuse me
Did I ask yall
Let me just hit this blunt
Let me leave for this job
By going to
Grandma's spot
Let me stay
But she won't want me to
Let me just hit this blunt
Let me leave for this job
By going to
Grandma's spot
Let me stay
But she won't want me to
Of my granny's house
Wishing I was sitting
On my granny's couch
With a pen and pad
Headphones turned to the max
As she pass
"Boy turn that down"
The money I'd pay
Just to hear that sound
Damn near give my life
Just to get that feel
Ain't a moment in my life
That could hit that real
And I was the only boy
Eva's baby what they known me for
I was part two to uncle Tony lord
All my granny wishes kept me overjoyed
Granny you know your boy
I'm still alive in a world of sin
I survived in a world of men
Cause you put them blessings in the world im in
I been scheming some days ago
I hate breathing some days you know
I been feeling some way about It
Guess I'm going through phases bro
More roaches than bucks in my pocket
A real one for talking about it
Low as my fucking emotions
Low as the lids around my sockets
Ouu that was hot
Like a crack rock
Gone duck the cash
In the stash spot
Gone and tell the kids
Not to do drugs
Gone and tell them all
That the pot's not
Foot on they neck
Tell me lift up
Like trying tell a god
That the plan's flawed
Like trying tell a real nigga
Kiss up
Damn excuse me
Did I ask yall
Damn excuse me
Did I ask yall
Let me just hit this blunt
Let me leave for this job
By going to
Grandma's spot
Let me stay
But she won't want me to
Let me just hit this blunt
Let me leave for this job
By going to
Grandma's spot
Let me stay
But she won't want me to
Credits
Writer(s): Aurenthious Felton
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