Dat Nigga Vinny (Dear Grandma) Video (MV)

Dear grandmoma
U kno im no punk
Ya son is still a drunk
But we always forgive father
Dem early morning to afternoon long conversations about him
Reminiscing bout da him way before the before da constant bottles
We both laugh, maybe crack a smile
You and I both kno he aintbeen sober in a while
Foreva 40 in his pocket I ain't tlkin bout no ratchet
Let's holla at my mom I was her first key latch kid
Pardon me, I think the proper term is latch key
My penmanship ain't perfect but I cut da verses crafty
Vinny took pictures of me in my gap and gown
I skipped graduation next semester still became a draftee
Still had to share da picture for women in my family
Over achiever under influence I kno dey can't stand me
I left college at least I tried it
Never called home collect or had a buy a bitch a plan b
I do things that can't see
Pack full of all venom
Serving feens that look like Stan lee
I heard ya trap like candy
What u kno bout niggas that come thru and say I can't leave
I walk around like I can't bleed
Who would've thought a money tree would blossom out of a cracked seed
Don't want da game I want da damn league
On ya caption it say boss but on ya block u da 5th string
You bring em back em but u can't feed
If u can't put ya niggas on that's like saying that u can't read