Granny Crib Lyrics - Lil Durk

Came a long way to a mansion crib 

I had roaches out my granny crib 

Jumped into the streets on accident 

Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit 

I don't want no Quads I want some Actavis 

I bet that nigga won't lack again 

Remember I had them 2 for 10s 

Put me on child support you better not ask for shit 

On my dead body 

I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body 

And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body 

Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body 

And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody 

I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's 

My homie he the police he might be fed probably 

That's on my dead body 

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You ain't never been in a shootout with yo' homie he ain't shoot back 

Niggas don't try me when I'm by myself 'cause I'm too strapped 

Always tryin' to fix some shit where its loose at 

Couldn't get none to eat where I'm at I sold loose squares 

Tryin' tell my judge my story like who cares 

Can't explain the love I got in for Dahmir (for my son) 

Don't come outside when it's war I think you scared 

Wasn't in my life I tell my kids you dead 

Know some niggas that'll snake their homies for some meds 

Know some niggas that don't take care of their homies in the feds 

Know some niggas that took some gunshots to the head 

No reaction and scream "gang gang" when I'm dead 

Please be greater, don't please these haters 

When that Bentley pouting, like please these gators 

I don't cry at wakings, I'ma grieve later 

You gon' believe me now, you gon' believe me later 

You ain't bleeding now, you gon' bleed later 

We don't buy 5s 7s, nigga we take 'em 

Pereocet eater, I told Rex take 'em 

And that money change ya 

I told Rex thank you 

Came a long way to a mansion crib 

I had roaches out my granny crib 

Jumped into the streets on accident 

Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit 

I don't want no Quads I want some Actavis 

I bet that nigga won't lack again 

Remember I had them 2 for 10s 

Put me on child support you better not ask for shit 

On my dead body 

I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body 

And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body 

Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body 

And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody 

I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's 

My homie he the police he might be fed probably 

That's on my dead body 

Imma text my babes 

They be drivin' me crazy 

My three sons crazy 

Make my daughters ladies 

Turn these thous to millions 

Goin broke prevent it 

I be on my enemies 

101 percentage 

Don't fuck wit no sucker niggas 

My life I adjusted wit it 

I snake you just to get it 

Don want die I keep my distance 

Wonder why I keep my pistol 

Had fame since we was little 

Kept guns from being bullied 

Cap guns to keep em fillies 

My teacher tried to push me 

I need them birds like whooptees 

My bitch I love her pussy 

For thirty thousand book me 

They steady tryna book me 

Smoke a pound of cookie 

A designer junkie 

I done survived the jungle 

Imma survive the struggle 

Forever got ride wit muscle 

Luvee 

These ain't right act like they love me 

Homicide, homicide if a nigga touch me 

Facts, oh 

Shame on you mean thats a shame on me 

Got fame on you mean thats fame for me 

If you get 100 yea, that the same for me 

I'll forgive you for what you did just explain to me 

Came a long way to a mansion crib 

I had roaches out my granny crib 

Jumped into the streets on accident 

Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit 

I don't want no Quad I want some Actavis 

I bet that nigga won't lack again 

Remember I had them 2 for 10s 

Put me on child support you better not ask for shit 

On my dead body 

I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body 

And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body 

Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body 

And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody 

I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's 

My homie he the police he might be fed probably 

That's on my dead body