[Hook] 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, I middlemaned that package on consignment Hookers, strippers, crackheads, robbers, trappers, all in public housin' 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' Grinding with my family through the struggle, hold 'em down regardless
[Verse 1] Mama, Daddy kicked me out at fifteen, wildin', renegadin' Moved into apartments with my Granny, started going crazy Then my brother Ju 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 the 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., call 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 nigga, and he bled to death
[Chorus] 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, I middlemaned that package on consignment Hookers, strippers, crackheads, robbers, trappers, all in public housin' 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' Grinding with my family through the struggle, hold 'em down regardless
[Verse 2] My Uncle Bo, my Granny youngest son, he always doing extra Moved in for the summer, he was tired of livin' in a shelter Up all night and sleep all day, you never know his sleepin' schedule Gotta hide my money, dope, and clothes, that nigga steal whatever Bo was damn near 50, 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 juugin' with my older brother 'Til he lost his life, they shot him twice, he tried to take some bundles My cousin Pooh was Aunt Trish oldest son, that nigga never listened Jammed up with them pigeons, he got sentenced, 42 in prison Certified killer, he the reason why I started Crippin' Aggravated, robbin', stealin', killin', 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 12 he got me high, my first time ever smokin' grass He caught his girlfriend cheatin', grabbed the Glock and shot 'er in her ass
[Chorus] 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, I middlemaned that package on consignment Hookers, strippers, crackheads, robbers, trappers, all in public housin' 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' Grinding with my family through the struggle, hold 'em down regardlessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
