Chicken N Dumplins

I've been from town to town
And the old folks say, "That boy, he's been around"
But until today, I swear I've never found
Someone to make me feel, the way you do

Uh, yeah
So I call this one chicken n dumplings 'cause like
When I was a little nigga and shit
My grandma's favorite dish was chicken and dumplings
So yes, you know, gotta make her feeling all nostalgic and shit
Chicken and dumplings (Uh)
Uh, Uh

I'm glad granny got to see Obama in office before she laid in a coffin
Vicks VapoRub for all them days I was coughing
Every so often
I find myself jogging memory lane 'til I'm exhausted
My thoughts get accosted
And installed with all things nostalgic
Saturday morning cartoons
Jaws on VHS who knew I'd be swimming with them sharks soon?
Fly kites, ride bikes, night lights brightened up my dark room
Over the years mama would cry a monsoon, where's the pontoon?
Cuzzo had the mongoose, I used to stand on the pegs
Sis got me drunk 'fore I ever laid my hands on a keg
Used to hit the candy lady for popsicles and hot pickles
Shots riddle
Lil nigga maneuvered through obstacles
Tryna avoid jail, a casket, or hospitals
Called the laws on us, we just hoping that the cops civil
Cuz where I'm from sirens never sound good
These bars are dedicated largely to my childhood

Granny in the kitchen whipping up chicken and dumplings (uh)
Before the weed and the liquor consumption
Before we was pulling up wit' a stick to the function
And the party got shut down cause niggas was dumping
I said, "Man I missed the days when time moved slow"
The pain and regret is what I didn't know
Reflections of my past still show
Everything I went through helped me grow (Uh)

Before the world became a whirlwind (I recall)
Exchanging letters with my girlfriend (In the hall)
Innocent romance, school dances, hand full of ass whenever we slow danced
Catch the bus to another nigga hood to throw hands
Never in after school programs
Prolly would've kept me out of trouble but my mom struggled
My grade started slipping and she was beyond puzzled
My rebuttal for having too much to handle was to juggle
Eventually it all falls down like Jenga blocks
Major props if you ain't resort to robbing and slanging rocks
I miss the days when niggas had beef and came to box instead of banging Glocks
A nigga slain, on the heel of ankle socks
His mama gotta explain to the cops that her son was a good kid
The shooter end up in chains and locks
A remainder of days in a cage wit a cot
Pulling a trigger sound good
'Til you behind bars reminiscing 'bout your childhood

Granny in the kitchen whipping up chicken and dumplings (uh)
Before the weed and the liquor consumption
Before we was pulling up wit' a stick to the function
And the party got shut down cause niggas was dumping
I said, "Man I missed the days when time moved slow"
The pain and regret is what I didn't know
Reflections of my past still show
Everything I went through helped me grow