Euro League - Grandma's Plastic Covered Couch lyrics

[Verse : Euro League] This time I take you higher than cloud 9 So ride with me as I take this journey through my minds eye Up to this point I'm a**uming you know my story , but it's two sides to those so I gotta watch how they coin me Before they say that I'm two faced went Hollywood and act too fake I take you to my grandmama's house I'm just ghetto truthly 229th between Paulding & Laconia remember having , asthma attacks would catch pneumonia At my grandmama's house that crack had ran mama out She dropped me off at your step she chose to step , hit that route The initiation of crack babies to save me , that vow That's when I took it , accept the mission without reading files To be the people's voice influenced by that rock in that valve I'm just the people's choice even without the rock and that brow Ain't no place in the world like my grandmama's house Let me explain so you know where I was raised with no doubt Soon as you step in , few cats , roaches in every section Worn out cabinets , kitchen always a mess and Filled with your family tree it would seem , and the aroma Is only familiar if the scene is the ghetto you grow up My uncle Ollie put hot sauce on all his food Punching bricks he said that's just what n***as do So when I heard the news that he was murdered and it was crack related , reminds me why I'm created Remember aunty Barbara clear as day like yesterday Life a b**h and she failed you in that test with AIDS Either from the drug use or the n***a who said he loved you But Josephine's house always seemed to ease your struggle That plastic covered couch , how could furniture be so sacred It holds the stories of those before me that never made it Drank my father 40 oz when he went to the bathroom He knew some was missing but we would just sit and act cool Too intoxicated to spot the matrix that we all slaves in Steven fell head first from that balcony survived like its Nathan Reminiscing when my father smashed Teresa's windshield I seen it from my grandmama's porch , n***a that sh**s real And birthdays was the worst days , so we sip that st. Ides and let that curse raise I always made music my grandmother would ask me for my CD But she RIP'd before my release And now you call me E League, my songs on radios & TV screens I told you life is real but do you believe me