Gram Life
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Than a pound, right? (FOREVEROLLING) Tell 'em how before you was an opp you was a- (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Nah, that don't sound right They know Newburg niggas have more dog than the pound, right? Tell 'em how before you was an opp you was a fan, right? Had to move to units, I wasn't cut out for the gram life Paperwork and bread right Shootouts and my hands nice I knew it was raw when it was stickin' to the pan tight I turned Tubman to a mid-grade hub Booty prices from my plug, baby, catch it when it comes Swear you good, tell the fuzz you ain't know it was no drugs If you lie in front the judge, then I know it's real love I'm from the 55 where it's f*ck whoever's outside My generation taught 'em how to rob and how to bust on it If they don't do nothin' else, I know they gon' respect Con This shit ain't been the same inside the neighborhood since you left, Quan They let Gs in heaven, then I know my niggas finessed God Niggas' people get to gettin' shot, they wanna press pause Dead'll pop a bar and go and shoot a nigga just 'cause They was outside clutchin' when it was up, I'm glad we bust ours (bust ours) Nah, that don't sound right They know Newburg niggas have more dog than the pound, right? Tell 'em how before you was an opp you was a fan, right? Had to move to units, I wasn't cut out for the gram life Paperwork and bread right Shootouts and my hands nice I knew it was raw when it was stickin' to the pan tight Nah, that don't sound right They know Newburg niggas have more dog than the pound, right? Accident shooters act like they ruthless once they finally do it How you gon' shoot me and cop deuces, is you gangster or coochie? I told Dead no drive-by shootings, I want everything movin' Feds loomin' and beef was brewin' while I'm laid up wounded I been prayin' one of my shooters find they way to your noodle How to get away with murder, you can't find it on Google Tired of waitin', would you slay your partner for violatin'? I told Casey, "If I ever snake him nigga, go and spank me" I'ma stick to the code, on my soul, but I'm not a patient Big bro just got home and I put him in situations He like, "F*ck it, you my brother, my nigga, I'm obligated" You my mama's favorite, no disrespect will be tolerated Nah, that don't sound right They know Newburg niggas have more dog than the pound, right? Tell 'em how before you was an opp you was a fan, right? Had to move to units, I wasn't cut out for the gram life Paperwork and bread right Shootouts and my hands nice I knew it was raw when it was stickin' to the pan tight Nah, that don't sound right They know Newburg niggas have more dog than the pound, right?
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Written by: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.
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