Call My Grandma

(yeah, skrrt, realest in the room)

Call my grandma! (skrrt)

Call my grandma!

First ring, she answers,

that's the realest contract!

Big win? Call grandma!

Bad day? Call grandma!

Eighty-four years of wisdom on speed dial,

no drama! (yeah, yeah) They flexing chains and watches,

I flex Sunday afternoon.

Her kitchen smells like decades,

she still saves me the good spoon.

She don't know what streaming is,

but she knows when my voice is off.

One how-are-you-really and the armor's coming off.

(talk to

'em) Call my grandma!

First ring, she answers!

She said boy, you sound tired,

come by, I made too much.

The whole summer of sound in her radio,

still tuned to nineteen-such-and-such.

She danced once in the kitchen and I swear the charts felt

shame. Eighty-four years of bangers,

no feature, no stage name.

Call my grandma!

Hi grandma. ...Yes.

...Yes, I'm coming Sunday.

...Me too. (love you)