Lil Poppa - Ms. Barbara Grandson lyrics

[Intro] (Drum Dummie made the beat and I'm gon' kill it) [Chorus] Them people hate, say I got youngin them trying to blam something Money Making Sonny, they trying to hold a ni**a for ransom The b*tches love me, when I thought I was ugly, they called me handsome I knew God had a plan for me 'cause I'm Ms. Barbara grandson Watch what you saying to him 'cause he'll been done flipped out on all you ni**as And when the fame gone, he don't got no problem posting up with all them killers Keep hearing that same song, turn it off, that sh*t remind him of his lil' one Need to change his ringtone, hе can't, it's been the same since hе was little [Verse 1] He rock the same clothes, ain't pressed 'bout that designer sh*t, he good He fu*k the same hoes, he like his b*tches straight from out the hood He just bought a Draco, he ain't going hope you get that understood He like them Wraith doors, I ain't lying, he'll go cop that if he could He antisocial, he don't like talking 'bout his problems when he should He don't drink though, he just smoke and he might sip only if it's mud And he be out every city he go, he ain't worry 'bout sh*t, he know he good He done cried his tears, he done wiped his sweat, they stabbed his back he shed his blood He don't need no friends, he good, it's love Picking up backends, only time he clubs His family gangsters, he could've been a thug They killed Pasco, should he could've been the plug Nah, he cut her off, he ain't fu*king with her, found out one of the opps busting in her Crazy thing is, he was trusting her, it's fu*ked up how they be doing lil' bro [Chorus] Them people hate, say I got youngin them trying to blam something Money Making Sonny, they trying to hold a ni**a for ransom The b*tches love me, when I thought I was ugly, they called me handsome I knew God had a plan for me 'cause I'm Ms. Barbara grandson Watch what you saying to him 'cause he'll been done flipped out on all you ni**as And when the fame gone, he don't got no problem posting up with all them killers Keep hearing that same song, turn it off, that sh*t remind him of his lil' one Need to change his ringtone, he can't, it's been the same since he was little [Verse 2] He don't want his chains on, I don't know why that young ni**a too humble 'Cause he know that pain ain't gone and any day he can go back under Why he let that ni**a diss him like that? 'Cause he ain't worried 'bout him, he worried 'bout karma Well, why he let 'em hit him like that? Man, all them ni**as gon' die, that's on his mama They say he ain't living like that, like what? He don't really involve his self with drama Why he always feeling like that? Some sh*t he was born with that, ain't his problem How he get so skinny like that? 'Cause he got to take the meds prescribed by his doctor What his family he love them to death and he let go of that grudge he had with his father His sisters and brothers that his heart his nieces and nephews, he like to spoil them And every time he say he quit, he think about them then he go harder Ain't a ni**a gave him sh*t but he did for them, man, he too loyal He said his ni**a last words to him was, "I just wish the best for you" [Chorus] Them people hate, say I got youngin them trying to blam something Money Making Sonny, they trying to hold a ni**a for ransom The b*tches love me, when I thought I was ugly, they called me handsome I knew God had a plan for me 'cause I'm Ms. Barbara grandson Watch what you saying to him 'cause he'll been done flipped out on all you ni**as And when the fame gone, he don't got no problem posting up with all them killers Keep hearing that same song, turn it off, that sh*t remind him of his lil' one Need to change his ringtone, he can't, it's been the same since he was little