Gram and a Hoodie Songtext
von WacoTron

Seventeen I was labeled a runaway
I′ma fuck up this beat in a humble way
It didn't get me nowhere, put the gun away
It′s too hot on the bloc, put the sun away

My lil' brother just picked up another K
Way he trippin' he gon′ catch another case
I was blessed to wake up to another day
This ain′t fair, I ain't come with a funnel cake

Took a P, had to carry my own weight
I got no monkey bars, I ain′t come here to play
Ride for my niggas, hope they do the same
Got no address but the bloc where I stay

Cheat on my bitch but I'm true to the game
Big smokin Texas leave it how I came
Tell what you know you gon′ get rearranged
Roll up while I'm driving, don′t get in my lane


Let me put this in your mind
On the bloc I do this every time
Seven dollars won't get you a dime
Losing people that shit had me crying

I been through it, don't wanna rewind
No handout, I got this out the grind
Go and tell on yo people, you none of my kind
How he got yo back and he ain′t got a spine

Say let me know is you fuckin′ with it?
I come up from nothing, I'm coming with it
My momma don′t like how I'm thuggin′ with it
Keep a burner, don't make me get ugly with it

I heard they be talkin′ that talk
But I don't wanna check
(Fuck what you talkin' about)
Right off the muscle
Fuck all that talking
Tell me where it′s at
Let′s get it

It took a lil' time but I waited my turn
Took every note from the lessons I learned
I been to hell but I didn′t get a burn
I'm the truthest alive, if that ain′t what you heard


If you seen what I seen, you'd be devastated
Can′t handle the smoke, you a cancer patient
I been talkin to Texas, won't fabricate it
From the gutter, the place where I graduated

You can walk on my shoes with the same size
Hit the door, I was ready for game time
A drop in the pot, got some hang time
I'm taking one out if it ain′t mine

Tryna come up you gon′ commit a crime
Talkin' that game, they don′t want you to shine
It ain't a dollar, then get out my line
It′s hard to keep up when you get left behind

Wanna go hit a lick but I shouldn't
Started off with a gram and a hoodie
See the people I might have to book it
Leveled up now I′m far from a rookie

Had a chance on my line and I took it
Gotta watch them, I know they been lookin'
Karma hit me, like Freeman I shook it
Trust nobody, these niggas be crooked

Say let me know is you fuckin' with it?
I come up from nothing, I′m coming with it
My momma don′t like how I'm thuggin′ with it
Keep a burner, don't make me get ugly with it

I heard they be talkin′ that talk
But I don't wanna check
(I ain′t talking about shit)
Right off the muscle
Fuck all that talking
Tell me where it's at
Let's get it