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kompton - granny pies lyrics

[songetext for “granny pies”]

look
don’t play with me like a six four
he 6 feet ’cause i’m ten toes
i’m the best with this pole
period, menstrauls
we carry heat but yo men froze
had twelve homies but ten fold
ten shows make ten fold
let it go to my kinfolk new gold touch those
bullet holes through your mental
buddy young with a carbine after school it was bar time
tough life through the night time
got my rollie on that’s the bright side
man of the house from a soft kid
can’t live the life that my pops did
only livе for my pops kids
got me pushin’ white like a mosh pit
growin’ up with no options
glowеd up i got options
stay real and take caution
i stay ill and spit toxins
told these boys i’ll be getting rich hit the booth quick now i’m poppin’
old ex tryna hop down
i got no words like i’m hopsin got my mind in the gutter with my head in the clouds
i was born as a star
but i’m still lookin’ down
everybody got a code
but we still livin’ lives
like my ice heart froze with a fire in my eyes
everynight a new crisis
my og never liked it
i never cared i was servin’ work passed 12 waiters on the night shift
compare water who the brightest
whole squad with the cool kicks put you in a hole leonidas one on one who could fight us
that’s n0body
shorty bad but got no body
as a lad i had n0body
approach me and lon know buddy
clip full of mags aim at yo body
i ain’t rollin with clip in hand lon gamble or play with lives i got shooters when i drive
coolin out the window like granny pies
granny pies
everybody got a code still livin’ lives
granny pies
like my ice heart froze fire in my eyes

money, money, money, money
all i ask for dummy
i see you laugh is it funny i’m cold nose never runny
put no lames in my section
imma pro with the tech boy, so i bet i don’t need protection
we carry poles like elections
speak of which you can say i sit at the peek point like the p.o.t.u.s
need a drink finna pour this
boy take a seat i’m the coldest
yo homie rat then y’all rodents
act fake it get real
the rap games scarecrow, i’m outstanding in the field
that’s all facts true story, we don’t really need a cause
yo whole gang gettin’ clapped back to back, boy we call it an applause
don’t believe in me, that’s blasphemy
buddies bleed and blast for me
put ya homie on a shirt nonchalant that’s a casual t

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