Baby boy Video (MV)

My grandma had a son
My mother's only brother
My only uncle by blood
Didn't like to listen
And only done what he want
Was out here like his niggas
His homie high key had hooked up a mission
They was getting it
Running that digit up
Late 80s in Brooklyn had niggas thuggin'
People killing right outside
Baggin' us up
The only way to not pass by was not give no f*ck
Get higher than and fight back fire
That feel of suffering realer so they saw drug dealing as an eruption of niggas getting rich as shit and now feel adjusted
Funny how where it's at isn't that big a jump
The ceiling was a floor, as real as that feeling was
Money power respect isn't as real as love
But Niggas gotta get that skrilla
That bill add ups
You might wanna give back to the people that love

My grandma had a son
My mother's only brother
My only uncle by blood
Didn't like to listen
And only done what he want
Was out here like his niggas
His homie high key had hooked up a mission
They was getting it
Running that digit up
One night, in like 9-3 sellin that good
They ain't like the price, like plug tried the right one
A gunfight ignite light 3 candle light vigil
They hit his man
He stayed with him
Cause he not budging
Crying for his man like "Please brother get up"
The opps spun it back light him right in that muffin
Took a niggas lights but
He ain't die, he had luck
My grandma was his mom
She ain't handle that good
Screaming prayers to God and reading that book
Womb to the sandbox
Stand clean of that judge
The judge see you once
He done
We in that dungeon