Alabama Grammar

I was tryin' to flip a gram
Don’t give a fuck about a Grammy
Doctors tryin' to flip a grand
Don’t give a fuck about ma Granny
Grandiose dreams met with grief
Cause my government won’t grant me
But gravity can’t hold me down
No gravel that can ground me
See my grammar’s Alabama
Used to call me pickannany
Till I picked up granddads strap
I know he wished he picked a nanny
We was on the streets like Annie
Sippin' brandy like it’s candy
Cause the system wanna brand me
And cut my manhood like a tranny
I know they can’t stand me
So this handgun comes in handy
Shoot your hourglass bitch!
And leave yo sandals a bit sandy
Best friend OD’d on them xannies
Man I swear I heard a banshee
While you were sitting home reading Stan Lee
By the way
I got something to say
Right away
You had the right away
Ain’t trying to stay
Ain’t trying to stay
Ain’t tryin to stay
Or pray or contemplate