"Gram Life" lyrics

(FOREVEROLLING)

Nah, that don't sound right
They know Newburg niggas have more dog than a 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 ain't no drugs
If you lie in front the judge, then I know it's real love
I'm from the 55, where it's "fuck whoever's outside"
My generation taught 'em how to rob and how to bust sign
If they don't do nothin' else, you 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 finesse God
Niggas' people get to gettin' shot they want to press pause
They gon' pop a bottle 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 a 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 a pound right

Accident shooters ac like they ruthless once they finally do it
How you gon' shoot me and cop deuces, is you gangster or coochie
I told them 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 yo' 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, gon 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's like "fuck it, you's 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 a 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 a pound right