[Intro]
Now this some of that real soul food shit, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'
Ayy
Mm, ayy
Ayy (Malik)
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
You know my life was ghetto fabulous, we put hot sauce on the collard greens
My drunk auntie used to call a nigga all kind of things
My drug dealin' uncle came through with all kind of bling
His son my favorite cousin, we used to drink all kind of lean, huh
Nigga, I used to be all kind of clean (Phew)
I used to go inside Greenbriar to get fits and pick out all kind of things
I ain't never ate no bean pies, but I fuck with the Muslims, yadamin
I used to ask my daddy was he on the way, that nigga used to lie to me, damn

[Verse]
Boo hoo, sad story, my daddy had hustlin' ways
We used to get in a fight and not talk to each other for a couple of days
Me and my brothеrs and sisters, we got split up a couple ways
I ain't rеally see 'em too much, but we used to link up a couple days
Damn, it used to feel good, huh (Phew)
Them was the days, we used to ride around in the hood
My daddy had a hoopty, smoke up under the hood, huh
Ridin' 'round drunk preachin', but he told us nothin' but good
Nigga, he told us nothin' was to it
Y'all gotta love each other, stick with your family (Phew)
And I'm the one who buy the presents, nigga, Santa Claus ain’t come down no chimney
And I'm livin' in the present, nigga, I ain't gon' lie, I got a lot in front of me
But I'm still your dad, you gotta honor me, ayy

[Chorus]
You know my life was ghetto fabulous, we put hot sauce on the collard greens (Phew)
My drunk auntie used to call a nigga all kind of things
My drug dealin' uncle came through with all kind of bling
His son my favorite cousin, we used to drink all kind of lean, huh
Nigga, I used to be all kind of clean (Phew)
I used to go inside Greenbriar to get fits and pick out all kind of things
I ain't never ate no bean pies, but I fuck with the Muslims, yadamin
I used to ask my daddy was he on the way, that nigga used to lie to me, damn

[Outro]
I love my daddy though
Hold on, this my granddaddy callin', he leavin' a message
I don't know which one of y'all it is
I don't know if it's Victor Thomas, my brother, or Victor Thomas, my grandson
I just want to tell both of y'all somethin'
Y'all is 'bout the lyingest niggas I ever seen in my whole entire life
And I'm gon' tell you this here and I want you to know it 'cause I really want to tell you to your face
'Cause ain't nothin' on Gods green earth more important to me at this age of eighty-one years old
Ain't nothin' on this world more important than to see my brother and my grandson for a minute or two
And then you can go on back to stealin' or whatever you doin'
And I'ma tell both of y'all Victors somethin'
I don't want you to think it's 'cause I need some money
Because I do need four, five thousand dollars, it ain't, it ain't 'bout that
I could use that right this instant
But, uh, just seein' your face and watch them lies come out of it will be just fine
Well, I got to go see a Indian 'bout a blanket, so, um, I'll see you
Lyin'-ass niggas
Bye