Pancakes & Grits Lyrics

Lock the fuck in.

I was young and puppy loving, they was just too fast for me

Never had an OG to pave the path for me

Cutting off the family too big a gash for me

All the struggles had to turn me to a fucking crash dummy

Grocery bags flooded

Soak the bad substance

Took the right risk, then I watched the bag plummet

Eviction notice make a nigga wanna tag somethin'

Debit card my credit card, I like to brag humbly

Bank account negative 260 I'm still thuggin'

One play will make the rainy days feel sunny

We done did alot of things for the greed of money

A dub is for the free, you need a half? Then it's a hunnid

Bag for real I'm serving daffodils to who want it

I'm outside, by that bike rack looking homeless

Outbound a light bag to put on lil homie

He ain't understand the benefits of being lonely

Most niggas die before they ever make the shift

I was working 8-6

Thinking work would make it fix

I was broke and hated everything, but got a great assist

Staying out the field, but ain't afraid to go and make a hit

Do you know how it feel when you can't even make a 10?

Work the next day no clue how you gone even make it in?

I would sit there in silence had to just take it in

Every morning made my bed knowing I had to lay in it

Miss my Momma smile it's been a while and I'm convinced

All that pain stay tucked away, hidden from her kids

Miss Waterside and seeing Mimi whipping up the grits

Pancakes on that pan

All I do is reminisce

All I do is reminisce

Sometimes I don't know what I be doing in this bitch

I was young and puppy loving, they was just too fast for me

Never had an OG to pave the path for me

Cutting off the family too big a gash for me

All the struggles had to turn me to a fucking crash dummy