Ms. Barbara Grandson - Lil Poppa

Them people hate, say I got youngin them trying to blam something

Money Making Sonny, they trying to hold a nigga for ransom

The bitches 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

niggas

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 shit remind him of his lil' one

Need to change his ringtone, h can’t, it’s been the same since h was little

He rock the same clothes, ain’t pressed 'bout that designer shit, he good

He fuck the same hoes, he like his bitches 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 shit, 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 fucking with her, found out one of the opps

busting in her

Crazy thing is, he was trusting her, it’s fucked up how they be doing lil' bro

Them people hate, say I got youngin them trying to blam something

Money Making Sonny, they trying to hold a nigga for ransom

The bitches 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

niggas

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 shit remind him of his lil' one

Need to change his ringtone, he can’t, it’s been the same since he was little

He don’t want his chains on, I don’t know why that young nigga too humble

'Cause he know that pain ain’t gone and any day he can go back under

Why he let that nigga 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 niggas 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 shit 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 nigga gave him shit but he did for them, man, he too loyal

He said his nigga last words to him was, «I just wish the best for you»

Them people hate, say I got youngin them trying to blam something

Money Making Sonny, they trying to hold a nigga for ransom

The bitches 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

niggas

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 shit remind him of his lil' one

Need to change his ringtone, he can’t, it’s been the same since he was little