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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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