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maxo kream - grannies lyrics

[hook]
wake up in the morning, load my pistol, can’t leave home without it
come from where you see a lot of bodies, but don’t talk about it
hard to find the plug, i middlemaned that package on consignment
hookers, strippers, crackheads, robbers, trappers, all in public housin’
uncle bo was stealin’ from my granny, can’t leave sh-t around here
roaches, rats, and ants inside my pantry, can’t leave food around here
aunty trish was sleep, i stole her car and went out servin’, robbin’
grinding with my family through the struggle, hold ’em down regardless

[verse 1]
mama, daddy kicked me out at fifteen, wildin’, renegadin’
moved into apartments with my granny, started going crazy
then my brother ju moved in, he fresh up out the penitentiary
whooped my -ss, he made me to a man, i slanged his crack in vacants
aunty trish was smokin’ up my weed, she used to work my patience
every night i sneak off with her keys, i’m drivin’, paper chasin’
one night we robbed the asian lady, led the police on pursuit
gd cory ridin’ with me, lettin’ shots go through the roof
two days later hpd pulled up and questioned aunty trish
she knew i took her car and hit a l!ck, but she ain’t tell ’em sh-t
they searched her car and let her go, they almost charged her for a grammy
never snitched, betrayed her family, but she always told my granny
my granny oldest son is alvin jr., call him uncle main
that’s my favorite uncle, on occasion he smoke crack cocaine
petty, thief, and junkie, but he always had my most respect
when i was six, i seen him stab a n-gga, and he bled to death

[chorus]
wake up in the morning, load my pistol, can’t leave home without it
come from where you see a lot of bodies, but don’t talk about it
hard to find the plug, i middlemaned that package on consignment
hookers, strippers, crackheads, robbers, trappers, all in public housin’
uncle bo was stealin’ from my granny, can’t leave sh-t around here
roaches, rats, and ants inside my pantry, can’t leave food around here
aunty trish was sleep, i stole her car and went out servin’, robbin’
grinding with my family through the struggle, hold ’em down regardless

[verse 2]
my uncle bo, my granny youngest son, he always doing extra
moved in for the summer, he was tired of livin’ in a shelter
up all night and sleep all day, you never know his sleepin’ schedule
gotta hide my money, dope, and clothes, that n-gga steal whatever
bo was d-mn near 50, posted on the block with all the youngsters
“he too old for that,” my granny said, “the streets gon’ take him under”
always hittin’ plays, he went out juugin’ with my older brother
’til he lost his life, they shot him twice, he tried to take some bundles
my cousin pooh was aunt trish oldest son, that n-gga never listened
jammed up with them pigeons, he got sentenced, 42 in prison
certified k!ller, he the reason why i started crippin’
aggravated, robbin’, stealin’, k!llin’, even shot some b-tches
he turned me to a shooter, said n0body gonna blast it for me
pooh, he was a savage, uncle bo he raised a crash dummy
when i was 12 he got me high, my first time ever smokin’ gr-ss
he caught his girlfriend cheatin’, grabbed the glock and shot ‘er in her -ss

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