Scott Benji - Divorce Lyrics

I got a dream
Of winning a Grammy
My grandma stood up
But she ain't understand me
She's standing
In heaven being warned
Of my standings
With females
Could she tell
That she wasn't gone be well
A sweet tale
Would my destinations be in heaven or will be hell
Ima Freddy Kruger these niggas y'all better sleep well
Baby on the way but so is my deal so We will
F*ck a plan B
I stuck my dick in plan C
I'm the pilot in this shit but don't know where we landing
Pray to god i live a while
My child is what he'll hand me
I left these bitches by themselves because they couldn't stand me
I couldn't look at you the same after my niggas ran
Love lockdown

I bet you miss me now
Love lockdown
I bet you miss me now

I'm not a feen
But when it comes to these bitches
I am the man
So what it seem
When it comes to the pussy
I am a fan
You niggas see through
Im coming wit 40s y'all still won't see me
Gave yo bitch 3 shots
And i ain't talking no BB
We tote real shit
Y'all niggas out here holding artifacts
Where yo steel at
Tell amazon they gotta give it back
Yo niggas ain't yo niggas
Where we get that steel at
Tell em shoot at plastic targets, where the f*ck yo skill at
You ain't shit
Shoutout to that bitch
You never mattered
How the f*ck you f*ck my nigga
And think Ima f*ck you after
Hell nah
That shit stupid
You thought i was the dude i used to
Bad bitch in every race
You think I'm still worried bout what you do
Cold heart
Never warm
If we talking real street
Ima call Whiteside
If you talking real heat
South toting up muskets
That's were real steel be
Grandma Alice was great
That's where Lil Bill be