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Chicken n Dumplins
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GRIP
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I've been from town to town And the old folks say, "That boy, he's been around" But until today, I swear I've never found Someone to make me feel, the way you do Uh, yeah So I call this one chicken n dumplings 'cause like When I was a little n***a and sh*t My grandma's favorite dish was chicken and dumplings You know? [?] Chicken and dumplings (Uh) Uh, Uh I'm glad granny got to see Obama in office before she laid in a coffin Vicks vapor rub for all dem days I was coughing Every so often I find myself jogging memory lane 'til I'm exhausted My thoughts get accosted And installed with all things nostalgic Saturday morning cartoons Jaws on VHS who knew I'd be swimming with them sharks soon Fly kites, ride bikes, night lights brightened up my dark room Over the years mama would cry a monsoon Where's the pontoon Cuzzo had the mongoose I used to stand on the pegs Sis got me drunk 'fo I ever laid my hands on a keg Used to hit the candy lady for popsicles and hot pickles Shots riddle Lil n***a maneuvered thru obstacles Tryna avoid jail, a casket, or hospitals Called the laws on us, we just hopin' that the cops civil Cuz where I'm from sirens never sound good These bars are dedicated largely to my childhood Granny in the kitchen whipping up chicken n dumplings (uh) Before all the weed and the liquor consumption Before we was pullin' up wit' a stick to the function And the party got shut down cause n***as was dumpin' I said, "Man I missed the days when time moved slow" The pain and regret is what I didn't know Reflections of my past still show Everything I went through helped me grow Before the world became a whirlwind (I recall) Exchanging letters wit' my girlfriend (in the hall) Innocent romance, school dances, hand full of ass whenever we slow danced Catch the bus to another n***a hood to throw hands Never in after school programs Prolly would've kept me out of trouble but my mom struggled My grade started slipping and she was beyond puzzled My rebuttal for having too much to handle was to juggle Eventually it all falls down like Jenga blocks Major props if you ain't resort to robbing and slangin' rocks I miss the days when n***as had beef and came to box instead of banging Glocks A n***a slain, on the heel of ankle socks His mama gotta explain to the cops that her son was a good kid The shooter end up in chains and locks A remainder of days in a cage wit a cot Pullin' a trigger sound good 'Til you behind bars reminiscing about your childhood Granny in the kitchen whipping up chicken n dumplings (uh) Before all the weed and the liquor consumption Before we was pullin' up wit' a stick to the function And the party got shut down cause n***as was dumpin' I said, "Man I missed the days when time moved slow" The pain and regret is what I didn't know Reflections of my past still show Everything I went through helped me grow
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