Lyrics Granny's Son - Caine Casanova feat. Blocc Ballout

Drink more water bitch
(Uhhh, uhh, uhhh)
(Uhhh, uhh, uhhh)

This my training day
Lil nigga, he can't hold no gun
But got he hollows on him
Shadow child, flooded with sum ones
They not supposed to care
Hating on me, I can't have no fun
Gotta handle business baby
Trippin on me, pray for Granny's son
He close to crashing out
Crazy how you make me look
Different when we started
Chains and wallets
Hide the ledger book
The journey been a bitch
But I got money, leave a nigga shook
The devil been a bitch
Type of shit to leave yo home corrupt

Hard to get me off you, we in sync
Started a with dollar
And prescriptions in the sink
Niggas killed my nigga
It impaired the way I think
Returning with a vengeance
Most of the times I used to drink
Smoking til my lungs collapse
Manipulative I know
Try to lure you in
I got control around yo folks
It's powder vs gold
It's money over hoes
Met me at my low, I let them pills take control
But now im running shit
Hard times can make a bundle flip
Concerned who you been fucking with, legwork
Get so high im passing out
The pressure make yo head hurt
I'll catch you when fallin
Gotta stumble off the ledge the first
(I can't save you if you don't wanna save me, ya feel me)
Confiding to hide me
Addicted to it usually
I love it when you use me
Its soothing, pursue me
Act like you scared to lose me
Turn this shit to a movie
Don't have me lookin goofy
Bust at em if they shoot me

This my training day
Lil nigga, he can't hold no gun
But got he hollows on him
Shadow child, flooded with sum ones
They not supposed to care
Hating on me, I can't have no fun
Gotta handle business baby
Trippin on me, pray for Granny's son
He close to crashing out
Crazy how you make me look
Different when we started
Chains and wallets
Hide the ledger book
The journey been a bitch
But I got money, leave a nigga shook
The devil been a bitch
Type of shit to leave yo home corrupt

Fiends call me phone to collect
Lil bitch call me phone for sex
I done put blood on cement
And that was for my set
Blood diamonds and some bodies on my nigga's neck
Bad bitch whip me down
Cause my shit too wet
I feel my soul corrupt
If you want smoke pull up
I can't fuck with this new bitch
So I can't open up
I shoot him in his third eye
And he woken up
You catch me walkin out the door
Cause I just spoke enough

Bitch I been spoken up
Been at this shit for months
Aint had support for once
Mama knew them times was rough
God damn, I finally won
Feel like the chosen one
Stare in an angels eyes
I ain't scared of time
I'm granny's son
Ain't no way dissolving
I already peeped the signals
Cashing out and doggin
And living amongst the sinners
Obsessing over mixtures
Body smashing, texting pictures
Young eagles, beat the system
Hella bags, exotic symbols my nigga

This my training day
Lil nigga, he can't hold no gun
But got he hollows on him
Shadow child, flooded with sum ones
They not supposed to care
Hating on me, I can't have no fun
Gotta handle business baby
Trippin on me, pray for Granny's son
He close to crashing out
Crazy how you make me look
Different when we started
Chains and wallets
Hide the ledger book
The journey been a bitch
But I got money, leave a nigga shook
The devil been a bitch
Type of shit to leave yo home corrupt