Grandmoms, Moms, Dad, me and baby sis,
1,2,3,4,5 fingers make a fist
Fam first, after God, music, friendships
Be the basics that make the list, like this
Grandmoms, Moms, Dad, me and baby sis,
1,2,3,4,5 fingers make a fist
Fam first, after God, music, friendships
Be the basics that make the list, like this

Life serving party of five, palms clasped in harmony
Love is an artery, blood ties
Grace the table, face every part of me if one dies
It makes us disabled
Can we say "Amen" when tongues tied
Already told you that my momma going blind
That my father lost his mind
That my sister and I feel behind in starting our own tribes
But we tryin', it's prolly why they call this shit a grind
When you workin' and keep workin'
Whats deserved seems imperfect by design
But these the bottom lines, the pits and bits of rind
When the fruit is spit cuz it was bit after its ripened time
Or how to feed a family of five
When it's pride you swallowing
Cuz hunger teach a brother you provide
Be happy that the apple fall don't travel far from sight
We all acrobats on this long tight rope called life, hold tight
Mu'fucka hold tight

Grandmoms, Moms, Dad, me and baby sis,
1,2,3,4,5 fingers make a fist
Fam first, after God, music, friendships
Be the basics that make the list, like this
Grandmoms, Moms, Dad, me and baby sis,
1,2,3,4,5 fingers make a fist
Fam first, after God, music, friendships
Be the basics that make the list, like this

We point fingers, joint pain
Inherited things we don't remember like old dreams
You know the point they make
When they say if you point blame, what remains?
You have the face alone, close range
Every bullet I dodged I came home, Lord thanks
They say "fishy stay in school"
But we move through shark tanks
Invested the rest of my youth in bags of blunt guts, Deutsche banks
One slip and you Freudian prove bad move, don't jinx
Don't split the pole if we're walking together
Tell Krystal we can still hold hands
Even if we aint talkin' it's whateva
We're adjacent fingers
We'll hold burial shovels or hatchets to bury
Complacent and bitter
Only show our children how to be angry then hate is the winner
No more Thanksgiving dinners
No more chance to remember
All the things given to us
We need our hands on the reins aint no lyft over ubers
Even if I can't stand the rain 'gainst my window with louvers

Grandmoms, Moms, Dad, me and baby sis,
1,2,3,4,5 fingers make a fist
Fam first, after God, music, friendships
Be the basics that make the list, like this
Grandmoms, Moms, Dad, me and baby sis,
1,2,3,4,5 fingers make a fist
Fam first, after God, music, friendships
Be the basics that make the list, like this uh