Song Description

Grandma reflects on grandson who is walking a tightrope between a rap career and being greedy and self-centered

Lyrics

He's got a followin' that I find hard to explain
He doesn't wear a suit he says words are his game
He Doesn't punch a clock Likes to Talk until he shocks
N' Money often makes him think that he above the law
He's got a followin' that I find hard to explain
He doesn't wear a suit he says words are his game
He Doesn't punch a clock Likes to Talk until he shocks
N' Money often makes him think that he above the law
What happened to that little boy that I once knew
Who learned his table manners before leavin' for school
He grew up when I blinked now he says hi with a wink
Throwing contracts on the table that are still wet with blue ink
That small boy from the South used to run through my house
He's got a deeper voice now and uses a foul mouth
Speaker blaring in my ears Words I don't wanna hear
if he wasn't so big I would whoop his rear
When I see him I remind him just case its something he forgotten
Please be careful what's your talkin
Being arrogant is not what I taught him
All that Money doesn't give him A license to be rude
To other people standin' In the place that he once stood
He's got a followin' that I find hard to explain
Doesn't wear a suit he says words are his game
He Doesn't punch a clock Likes to Talk until he shocks
N' Money often makes him think that he above the law
He's got a followin' that I find hard to explain
He doesn't wear a suit he says words are his game
He Doesn't punch a clock Likes to Talk until he shocks
N' Money often makes him think that he above the law
I give you credit, son You've done a lot with where you're from
But this is not the end cause your life has just begun
One day you'll have a wife a different kind of life
A couple kids and they all want their slice of pie
So Make sure the steps you walk And the words you talk
Is pointin them straight cause they be watchin you like a hawk
He's still my baby boy Given me a lot of joy
And I pray every night and day his life he won't destroy
I hope the things that I said Get to his heart from his head
And he doesn't lose his way on that long road he's got ahead
I don't let him see I cry When he looks me in the eye
And says come and let me show you this house I'm gonna buy
Hey, I'm doin' this for you
Hey, I'm doin' this for them
Hey, I'm doin' this for you
Hey, I'm doin' this for them
Hey, I'm doing this so people will respect what I've become
And who I am
When I see him I remind him
Just in case it's something he's forgotten
Please be careful what's your talkin'
Being arrogant's not what I taught him
All that Money doesn't give him A license to be rude
To all the people standin'In the place that he once stood
He's got a followin' that I find hard to explain
He doesn't wear a suit he says words are his game
He Doesn't punch a clock Likes to Talk until he shocks
Money often makes him think that he above the law
He's got a followin' that I find hard to explain
He doesn't wear a suit he says words are his game
He Doesn't punch a clock Likes to Talk until he shocks
Money often makes him think that he above the law