J Dot - Grandma Lee

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This shit on my grandma Lee, nigga, so you know everything I'm sayin', nigga
Hundred percent facts, you bitch-ass niggas
Stick to the G-code around this bitch, nigga
Sto Ave nigga
Washed Money, bitch!!!!!!
On Grandma Lee
I gotta watch how I move when I move, cause it's all on me
If a nigga go down, and my niggas can't eat, then it fall on me
Who they gone call, if I'm gone, and my niggas can't call on me?
Probably nobody
On Grandma Lee
I rather die a motherfuckin' legend than a nobody
You niggas worried bout goin' to heaven, but that don't read
You ain't 100, you schemed on your brother
Cause you fucked up what he gave you to bubble
You look in his eyes, and you tell him, you love him
Gotta stick to the G-code
When them boys ride by, I don't give no vibes, got L's on me, homes
And I pray to Allah, I don't die by gunfire, go to jail for the Rico
Cause me and my niggas do business, and we be running through them kilos
Like a nigga got cleats on
Better watch who you speak on
Quit all that faking, you in violation, what you in them streets for?
Your parking meter up, you stupid bitch, you gon' get your life repoed
Night-night, bitch, ain't no next time, nigga, watch who you sleep on
Difference from me and the rest of these cats
All my lyrics really come from the trap
01', I was broke flat
05', I was flooded with racks
I taught niggas on Sackett how to trap
If a nigga say I'm lying, he cap
Every line that I rap, facts
All lower cases, no cap
That's yo dawg, better have his back
He get murked, better get, get back
Weedie in prison
And that bitch still eating off pages, he sellin' with Tucci on that
You's a bitch so it ain't no dap
Keep that stick, bitch, it ain't no lack
Ran that knot, and I ain't look back
Asked me bout murder, and I did not crack
On Grandma Lee
I gotta watch how I move when I move, cause it's all on me
If a nigga go down, and my niggas can't eat, then it fall on me
Who they gone call, if I'm gone, and my niggas can't call on me?
Probably nobody
On Grandma Lee
I rather die a motherfuckin' legend than a nobody
You niggas worried bout goin' to heaven, but that don't read
You ain't 100, you schemed on your brother
Cause you fucked up what he gave you to bubble
You look in his eyes, and you tell him, you love him

Written by:
Derek Brantley

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