Thats my gramps any time hes around he got no cramps had to spit a verse 4 my mans NLA yeah we gon advance I had ask them opps please gimme a chance haters gon hate but real people dance finna spin back on the opps no violence no guns and no glocks always in my songs im flexing my 6 pack we be chillin on the loading docks all my people yeah we not gon flock he could really ball get his work done cut off his hair he aint bald yet all my people we hear that money callin grampa yeah he is super cool anybody who thinks otherwise is a fool meet him once go ahead do it all these haters think that they rule always remember one thing be a leader not a follower on a rope I was playing basketball and watched that shot that hawas dope? I met someone at school named Jasiah he a really cool person we both play basketball and he is fire when i get older and work im not gon retire had to fix my own tires we gon fly high hope this inspired you thought the song was over its really not had more lyrics in mind but i forgot cant remember a thing but me chillin in a parking lot all them haters really all talk but i had caught em lackin and hit him with a pot