Grandma’s Crib lyrics

[Intro]
We was just some little n*ggas, n*ggas
On and off the corner
Just wanna be a baller, baller
I was just a little n*gga
Just, just a little n*gga
And I hit my lil' lick
Same day I got rich (Uh)
Then I

[Verse]
Had to drop six hundred on the whip
Young n*gga comin' out the 6, n*gga
Grandma kicked a n*gga out the crib
Now where the f*ck am I supposed to live, n*gga?
God, help a n*gga get it how I live
'Cause I was in the kitchen with the whip, n*gga
Young n*gga found out quick
This trappin' sh*t ain't really where it is, n*gga
I just want the money when I come in the bank
Fishin' for the snitches like there's one in the tank
See the teller talkin' when I come to the bank
sh*t, I'm the realest, number one in the rank
You know I had to plot for a new wrist
Jack Tripper bubble cup, paint Cool Whip
These n*ggas try to hit me with a full clip
I admit it, I was slippin' on my bullsh*t
Then I hopped in it
Fitted with my n*ggas, talkin' armageddon
Yeah, what come around goin' back around
But I ain't got the time to let the karma get him
n*gga did it for a new wrist, uh
Had to put him on a news clip
Went from workin' down at Mickey D's
To eatin' out at the Ruth's Chris
The roaches would crawl at my crib on the floor, man, I came up from nothin'
Was fourteen and rollin' with n*ggas so cold that it ain't no discussion
Bought me a 40, I got me a 40, hope cops don't come for me
But when you live up in that jungle, them n*ggas try shot for your lonely
I'm up in the 600
My mind on that quick money
I just did my T-4
Now motherf*ck my PO
I'm whippin' that box foreign
You talk, but your b*tches is not foreign
I'm the kid with the benefits
Don't make me that kid with the Glock 40