I Blew Up My Grandma's House in Florence

I don't care what you say
I'm tryna build my resume lil hoe
To the store, took a left, left the door
Took the chest, took it slow, this is so
Fucking good, fucking good, fucking good
If you feel me then you would

Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket
I been stuck in traffic, fucking up this rap shit
Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket
Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket
Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket
Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket

I'm mad at myself, I'm mad at my brother
I'm mad at my sister, I'm mad at my mama
I'm mad at my granny, she started this drama
I'm mad at this town, I'm boutta run out
I'm 'boutta man up, I'm laughing out loud
They fuck with the sound, I'm bumping around
I think I'm the man, I think I'm the hound
I'm mad at myself, I don't need you around
I'm mad at these women, don't care what you wanna say
Yelling, I'm yelling alone I don't want a bae
Jugging this weight and apart of it drop
I'm holding it up I ain't tell you to stop
I told 'em to leave me alone and to watch
'Cause I open up, I blast quick
I'm over all this past shit
I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em, I told 'em

Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket
Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket
Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket
Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket
Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket
Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket
Jump, hit, crash, bitch, put you in a casket
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump

Ruminating, trying to find silence in myself
Face drying up the pores
I was straight wilding, needed more time
Tried to get the co-sign
I hope mine don't wait, but my whole mind forsaken
And I been overtaken by my thoughts
My partner told me that don't ever stop
It was florence
I would cycle through the streets, never knew me
First time tasting freedom and it feel good
Rebelling like the other felons in the town, jail time
I had a story to tell, but you won't feel mine
Like the others, I done hit the bottom
Talking to my mother 'bout it, I just stutter
FaceTime, call dropped like a dream 'cause I never chased mine
I just fit in with the scene but I still stand out
Mama told me she ain't looking for a fucking hand out
Tried to make it on her own
Tried to make it back home but I never had any one of those
New house in the south guess I been chose
Baltimore never fitted for me, I was froze
They don't know about the lows, needed love the most
Barefoot on the grass now
Every time I got home all I did was pass out
Never said a fucking word to the one I love
Trying to make it to a man that I never was
Love