Now would ya, now would ya look at that
And keep his Ruger tucked
Now, I aint bussin bussin
To the East, with my peeps
But my new flame love spicy food
Grandmama raised my mama on quarters
Pouring drinks to the sky
So that she could afford a
Afford a way for her kids
While Granddaddy sending divorce papers
Signed with fake ass tears
Mama and Daddy kept us closer than dust under a rug
When I think of giving up
I look left, I look right
At all of my blessings coming down
I prayed so hard for the team
And now it's pouring down
Even if that means I gotta love alone
As long as my heart still beating strong