Granny Crib

|C#m |C#m |C#m |G#m

[Hook]
C#m
Came a long way to a mansion crib
C#m
I had roaches out my granny crib
C#m
Jumped into the streets on accident
G#m
Police snatched me up they better 
not ask me shit
C#m
I don't want no Quali I want some 
Actavis
C#m
I bet that nigga won't lack again
C#m
Remember I had them 2s for 10s
G#m
Put me on child support you better 
not ask for shit
C#m
On my dead body
     C#m
I remember wakin' up and seeing a 
dead body
            C#m
And I can't go back on my word 
that's on my dead body
              G#m
Don't come to my funeral crying ova 
my dead body
      C#m
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm 
talking 'bout everybody
   C#m
I remember selling weed inside some 
Ed Hardy's
         C#m
My homie he the police he might be 
fed probably
              G#m
That's on my dead body

[Verse 1]
C#m
You ain't never been in a shootout 
with yo' homie he ain't shoot back
C#m
Niggas don't try me when I'm by 
myself 'cause I'm too strapped
C#m
Always tryin' to fix some shit where
 its loose at
G#m
Couldn't get none to eat where I'm 
at I sold loose squares
C#m
Tryin' tell my judge my story like 
who cares
C#m
Can't explain the love I got in for 
Dahmir (for my son)
C#m
Don't come outside when it's war I 
think you scared
G#m
Wasn't in my life I tell my kids you
 dead
C#m
Know some niggas that'll snake their
 homies for some meds
C#m
Know some niggas that don't take 
care of their homies in the feds
C#m
Know some niggas that took some 
gunshots to the head
G#m
No reaction and scream "gang gang" 
when I'm dead
C#m
Please be greater, don't please 
these haters
C#m
When that Bentley pouting, like 
please these gators
C#m
I don't cry at wakings, I'ma grieve 
later
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G#m
You don't believe me now, you gon' 
believe me later
C#m
You ain't bleeding now, you gon' 
bleed later
C#m
We don't buy 5s 7s, nigga we take 
'em
C#m
Pereocet eater, I told Rex take 'em
G#m
And that money change ya
I told Rex thank you

[Hook]
C#m
Came a long way to a mansion crib
C#m
I had roaches out my granny crib
C#m
Jumped into the streets on accident
G#m
Police snatched me up they better 
not ask me shit
C#m
I don't want no Quali I want some 
Actavis
C#m
I bet that nigga won't lack again
C#m
Remember I had them 2s for 10s
G#m
Put me on child support you better 
not ask for shit
C#m
On my dead body
     C#m
I remember wakin' up and seeing a 
dead body
            C#m
And I can't go back on my word 
that's on my dead body
              G#m
Don't come to my funeral crying ova 
my dead body
      C#m
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm 
talking 'bout everybody
   C#m
I remember selling weed inside some 
Ed Hardy's
         C#m
My homie he the police he might be 
fed probably
              G#m
That's on my dead body

[Verse 2]
C#m
I'ma attached to my babies
They be drivin' me crazy
C#m
My three sons crazy
Make my daughters ladies
C#m
Turn these thous to millions
Goin broke prevent it
G#m
I be on my enemies
101 percentage
C#m
Don't fuck wit no sucker niggas
My life I adjusted wit it
C#m
I snake you just to get it
No wonder why I keep my distance
C#m
Wonder why I keep my pistol
Had fame since we was little
G#m
Kept guns from being bullied
Cap guns to keep em fully
C#m
My teacher tried to push me
I need them birds like Wukey
C#m
My bitch I love her pussy
For thirty thousand book me
C#m
They steady tryna book me
Smoke a pound of cookie
G#m
A designer junkie
I done survived the jungle
C#m
Imma survive the struggle
Forever got ride wit muscle
C#m
These ain't right act like they love
 me
C#m
Homicide, homicide if a nigga touch 
me
G#m
Facts, oh
C#m
A shame on you mean that's a shame 
on me
C#m
Got fame on you mean thats fame for 
me
C#m
If you get 100 years, that the same 
for me
G#m
I'll forgive you for what you did 
just explain to me

[Hook]
C#m
Came a long way to a mansion crib
C#m
I had roaches out my granny crib
C#m
Jumped into the streets on accident
G#m
Police snatched me up they better 
not ask me shit
C#m
I don't want no Quali I want some 
Actavis
C#m
I bet that nigga won't lack again
C#m
Remember I had them 2s for 10s
G#m
Put me on child support you better 
not ask for shit
C#m
On my dead body
     C#m
I remember wakin' up and seeing a 
dead body
            C#m
And I can't go back on my word 
that's on my dead body
              G#m
Don't come to my funeral crying ova 
my dead body
      C#m
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm 
talking 'bout everybody
   C#m
I remember selling weed inside some 
Ed Hardy's
         C#m
My homie he the police he might be 
fed probably
              G#m
That's on my dead body