Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wake up in the morning, load my pistol, can't leave home without it
Come from where you see a lot of bodies but don't talk about it
Hard to find the plug, that middle man, that package on consignment
Hookers, strippers, crackheads, robbers, trappers, all in public housing
Uncle Bo was stealin' from my granny, can't leave shit around here
Roaches, rats, and ants inside my pantry, can't leave food around here
Aunty Trish was sleep, I stole her car and went out servin', robbin'
Grindin' with my family through the struggle, hold 'em down regardless
[Verse 2]
Mama, Daddy kicked me out at fifteen, wildin', renegadin'
Moved into apartments with my granny, started goin' crazy
Then my brother Drew moved in, he fresh up out the penitentiary
Whooped my ass, he made me to a man, I slanged his crack in vacants
Aunty Trish was smokin' up my weed, she used to work my patience
Every night I sneak off with her keys, I'm drivin', paper chasin'
One night, we robbed an Asian lady, led the police on pursuit
GD Cory ridin' with me, lettin' shots go through the roof
Two days later HPD pulled up and questioned Aunty Trish
She knew I took her car and hit a lick, but she ain't tell 'em shit
They searched her car and let her go
They almost charged her for a grammy
Never snitched, betrayed her family, but she always told my granny
My Granny oldest son is Alvin Jr, called him Uncle Main
That's my favorite uncle, on occasion he smoke crack cocaine
Petty thief and junkie but he always had my most respect
When I was six I seen him stab a ****, and he bled to death
[Verse 3]
Wake up in the morning, load my pistol, can't leave home without it
Come from where you see a lot of bodies but don't talk about it
Hard to find the plug, that middle man, that package on consignment
Hookers, strippers, crackheads, robbers, trappers, all in public housing
Uncle Bo was stealin' from my granny, can't leave shit around here
Roaches, rats, and ants inside my pantry, can't leave food around here
Aunty Trish was sleep, I stole her car and went out servin', robbin'
Grindin' with my family through the struggle, hold 'em down regardless
[Verse 4]
My Uncle Bo, my Granny youngest son, he always doin' extra
Moved in for the summer, he was tired of livin' in the shelter
Up all night and sleep all day, you never know his sleeping schedule
Gotta hide my money, dope, and clothes, that **** steal whatever
Bo was damn near fifty posted on the block with all the youngsters
He too old for that, my granny said, "The streets gon' take him under"
Always hittin' plays, he went out juggin' with my older brother
Till he lost his life, they shot him twice, he tried to take some bundles
My cousin Pooh was Aunt Trish oldest son, that **** never listened
Jammed up with them pigeons, he got sentenced, forty-two in prison
Certified killer, he the reason why I started Crippin'
Aggravated, robbin', stealin', killin', he even shot some bitches
He turned me to a shooter said, "Nobody gonna blast it for me"
Pooh, he was a savage, Uncle Bo, he raised a crash dummy
When I was twelve he got me high, my first time ever smokin' grass
He caught his girlfriend cheatin'
Grabbed a Glock and shot her in the ass
[Verse 5]
Wake up in the morning, load my pistol, can't leave home without it
Come from where you see a lot of bodies but don't talk about it
Hard to find the plug, that middle man, that package on consignment
Hookers, strippers, crackheads, robbers, trappers, all in public housing
Uncle Bo was stealin' from my granny, can't leave shit around here
Roaches, rats, and ants inside my pantry, can't leave food around here
Aunty Trish was sleep, I stole her car and went out servin', robbin'
Grindin' with my family through the struggle, hold 'em down regardless
Written by: Emekwanem Biosah Jr., Cameron Pitts