Lyrics: Chauncey Graham
Music: Chauncey Graham
F*** that s*** they talking bout I rap about my trauma
I shoot back at a h** n****, I scrap about my partners
I’m David nem big cousin, I’m Supa Dave nem nephew
What it is what it wasn’t, Ian doing nothing to impress you
N**** please, with all that talking bout what n**** need
I’m county made from the crooked fade, to the dirty jays on my feet
I’m Marcus nem lil cousin, I’m connie nem lil nephew
What it is what it wasn’t, I tell yah bout what we done been through
(Wheeeeww) Open up that damn door, who told you keep it locked?
My auntie nem show sisterhood, despite what beefs they got
I’m sitting next to my granny rose just wondering how she made it
From back then to the here now, and Lord willing she 80
Wether it was whole house cold
Or we needed more school clothes
Might complain a bit fasho
But it was all hands on
Whose who when the pressure high or loose screws wanna testify
All feuds gotta come and go, no use in even stressing why
Down in Tennessee with my family, like damn this s*** amazing
I be so wrapped up in the lifestyle I forget I’m just a baby
Forget I’m just one person all this weight I tug is crazy
Then Marcus tap my arm like Cuzzo one day you’ll be famous
But maybe this way of life not pain and strife, nor is it wrong and right
My whole story is just that, no over nor undermined
And I’m at peace with it
Long as I got fam to lift me up when I’m too deep in it
F*** that s*** they talking bout I rap about my trauma
I shoot back at a h** n****, I scrap about my partners
I’m David nem big cousin, I’m Supa Dave nem nephew
What it is what it wasn’t, Ian doing nothing to impress you
N**** please, with all that talking bout what n**** need
I’m county made from the crooked fade, to the dirty jays on my feet
I’m Marcus nem lil cousin, I’m connie and nem nephew
What it is what it wasn’t, I tell yah bout what we done been through
Give f*** bout what they be on my cousin nem like legends
Like J.R aint move west with recipes and get to stepping
Or Rodney didn’t damnear Rest In Peace but still be dressin
To stunt on hoes with no remorse, my family quite impressive
I say all I say in vain, because who am I without em
Nights we spent inside of Connie crib, while jumping house to houses
No, no nights we spent at Nana spot while scraping up a balance
I know them walkers crazy & the Grahams ain’t far from round em
It’s a family thing, I stand in rain to give a hand to Jordan
The immediate so fragile, and the rest is so important
So if the best I can is writing verse and laying down recordings
Ima try to make my feelings felt so they know I adore em
F**** that s*** they talking bout I rap about my trauma
I shoot back at a h** n****, I scrap about my partners
I’m David nem big cousin, I’m Supa Dave nem nephew
What it is what it wasn’t, Ian doing nothing to impress you
N**** please, with all that talking bout what n***** need
I’m county made from the crooked fade, to the dirty jays on my feet
I’m Marcus nem lil cousin, I’m connie and nem nephew
What it is what it wasn’t, I tell yah bout what we done been through