Lyrics: 

More change for me supposedly
Suppose to be
Making cents
To pay the rent
But mostly spent on groceries
I came and went
Depression came in droves and took out most of me 
Damned

Where my grandmama?

That was  my first love
I got the worst of losing my other half 
But She getting rest now
And I'm getting pressed now 
Nigga we need a bag 
Show me we taught something
Don't tell me it's all for nothing 
Boi I ain't learned shit
'Cept that it is what is 
And they won't give a fuck bout my kids 
So I did what did 
I admit it

Fell off, I'll be back in a minute 
Hell's soft,  broke my fall when I finished 
Leave me with my dogs in the clinic 

Roadrunner I can see how the lows hunt ya 
That's a bitch and half 
Cause these be some cold summer 
That Leaky lil pole pump ya 
They be after yo rags

So down bad that imma that shit back 
Blow his back out with the whole fucking mag 
Til I'm blacked out in the back of cab
With the cash that I stole from yo ass 
Bitch

GRIT

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GRIT

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