Samuel L. Gramz, Pt. 2

[Intro]
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children
Yeah
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers
And you will know my name is the Lord
(No Julius)
Nah, for real
Nah, nah, for real

[Chorus]
Call me Gramz, want them jacks just like Samuel
Just 'cause you say you real, that don't make you real
Nigga stressed the fuck out, I'm finna take a pill
I shit talk so much, I went and got a grill
My bitch mad I be actin' like I ain't got a girl
I don't put shit on my son, I'm tryin' to give him the world
Everybody hatin' on a nigga, they want me to fail
Bitch, you wasn't down bad with me whеn I was at [?]

[Verse]
I ain't never did a scam, I got shit for sale
So many bullеts in this Glock, let's go shell for shell
Up late catchin' plays eatin' Taco Bell
I heard her pussy bad as hell, it got a nacho smell
I'm tryna shit talk on the beat, I'm finna call Rell
I told her, "Bend the fuck over", she was tall as hell
On the phone with my nigga Mo, he talkin' 'bout all is well
Out of town, told bro he gotta catch the mail
If I fall off, ain't got nobody, I gotta catch myself
Almost did some shit, I had to catch myself
Bro got an old-ass Tech, he just like a ref'
Don't go slidin' with nobody, do it by yourself
My nigga a hard body, boy, he just like Jeff
I don't want no head from that bitch, I can smell her breath
Don't invite my niggas to the party, shit gon' go left
They locked my nigga down 'cause he was sellin' meth
That Draco short as hell, so I call it F
He was actin' tough on the 'net, so he caught the belt
I can't sign to no label, they gon' try to shelf
It ain't hard in real life, catch him by his self
Sometimes I be feelin' like I'm not myself
If I ain't got nobody else, I know I got myself
Since a bad-ass jit, I've been sack runnin'
I ain't never, ever got a strap took from me
Your boyfriend a bitch back then, he bought cookie from me
I hit her for the free ball, you bought pussy from her
I was a badass kid, you got Boosie numbers?
I still ball on niggas, I got an ugly jumper

[Chorus]
Call me Gramz, want them jacks just like Samuel
Just 'cause you say you real, that don't make you real
Nigga stressed the fuck out, I'm finna take a pill
I shit talk so much, I went and got a grill
My bitch mad I be actin' like I ain't got a girl
I don't put shit on my son, I'm tryin' to give him the world
Everybody hatin' on a nigga, they want me to fail
Bitch, you wasn't down bad with me when I was at [?]

[Outro]
(No, Julius)