Crack Dreams RXKNephew

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My mama was a gangster- (Crack Dreams)
Yeah, yeah yeah
My auntie was a gangster (Aye)
This my favorite album and I ain't even record it yet-
My grandma was a gangster (Aye)
Yeah- (My sister's gangster)
Yeah yeah (Matter of fact, I ain't even- I ain't even gone call-)
(As long-) and these niggas ain't gangster (Aye)
Aye, aye, aye, aye, yeah, aye

[Verse 1]
When I die they gon' remember this
Weight on my shoulders, shit I should've got a membership
They envious but they ain't give me shit
Every time the first of the month, that boy got plenty licks
Took plenty trips, took many risks, they wasn't listening
Can't keep the bitch, I told her "I'm down," she want different dick
Can't pimp a bitch, I'm a trapper I can't pimp a bitch
Pull up with sniff, at that big house in the sticks and shit
Different day, same grind
Before I ask a bitch sum, I'm sayin' "nevermind"
She'll come and see you in the county, but don't do the time
Homie keep sayin' "It's lit," but he don't wanna grind
Mama know I trap, she see me and get gas money
They see me doin' me, they think I got that rap money
How you think I took them trips? That's off of trap money
What the fuck you think I did before this rap money?
At least he down, I know my grandma proud
I only got good shit to tell her when I come to town
I stop by, see my daughters before every time I'm outta town
I'm trynna stack that money up and fly my mama down
My homie see my videos and want me to throw him a pound
He fresh outta jail he feelin' like I let him down
I got that 30 stick every time I come around
How the fuck I tell my brother that I don't trust him now?
Everybody I was cool with, they want problems now
These niggas, they ain't really shooters, they just shootin' up cars
Ever since I sold dope, I've been rentin' cars
Take my bitch to Enterprise, she use her credit card
I told my bitch she all I got, I hope she grind with me
One real ass nigga, I hope she find it in me
I'm nice to her, but she know that it's grimy in me
We ain't goin' go out like T.I. and Tiny did it
All I hear is "Slitherman don't sign that dotted line"
They holler "independent," them niggas got 9-5's
I watched my friends turned to opps, now they in the comments
When I see 'em now, they talk 'bout how I'm always droppin'
My bitch said "When you blow, Neph, don't forget 'bout me"
Bitch think I owe her sum, I met her the other week
I always do a classic on them Project beat
Let Big Neph talk his shit right here on Crack Dreams
They say my daddy was a hustler, but I don't know the nigga
I'm a gangster 'cause my mama, so fuck the nigga
My mama the one who told me "Never ever back down from niggas"
Her favorite rapper was Biggie, that's how I know the nigga
When I was young I used to bump Ten Crack Commandments
Mama knew I had it in me and she couldn't stand it
Mama at the club, I made my own sandwich
Auntie high on crack, she ain't even changin' Pampers
All I wanted was to be the first millionaire
All my life, ride dirty like Chamillionaire
I love SlitherHer, my sister, she was really there
Don't make her call me if you actin' silly over there
Mama knew I was a hustler at a young nigga
She always said my daddy always was a fuck nigga
She always kept that attitude, like "Fuck niggas"
She said "They bleed like you, so fuck 'em up nigga"
I love my auntie even though I used to curse her out
I used to call her "Crackhead," now I feel bad about it
My uncle smoked, too, but he'll whoop my ass about it
My grandma know they smoked, so she'll give me a pass about it (She don't trip)
That nigga snitched and tried to give me reasons why he did it (But I ain't cared)
I'm still nervous to this day I think he still snitchin' (Aye)
I drop these songs 'cause any day them boys might come and get me (Come and get me)
I got demons from my past, they really walkin' with me (Aye, for real)