Grandma’s Stove (feat. Musiq Soulchild)

歌詞

Yeah, I smoke a blunt to take the pain out And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out I'm at grandmama's stove, I drained the pot and scooped the 'caine out And I can't write my raps because my tears might flood the page out And we been on the road for like ten years, keeping twenty blicks in a sprinter van Shows was hella empty but fuck it, I got my niggas in Once I started popping I started flying them bitches in Then I had a baby on and fucked up the wedding plans We could've fixed shit between us but I can't fight my demons I never knew shit would lead us to child support subpoenas Rap deadbeat daddy, that's how they tried to paint me And that's a shame 'cause those that know me know I love my babies Raven was a rat, she scratched the Benzy and I dropped the charges That ho know she never had my heart so she attacked my pockets Gotta watch how you rockin' with these groupies, this shit get retarded If it wasn't me, it'd be a athlete or another artist I smoke a blunt to take the pain out And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out I rep that big VL, I brought them T's and them Insanes out You open that back door against the gang, it'd be a bang out The numbers is jumping, left wrist cost a hundred and something You selling eighths of thirty-eight, bitch, you thuggin' for nothing My nigga White beat two cases, that was a God blessing He rich enough to leave the streets but he too hardheaded All my niggas energy is rap, sell dope Ducking the reaper, ain't no sleeping when you juggling both My migo told me fuck that rap shit 'cause that shit was a joke Lambo can't get me in the booth, I get my he'ron in bulk I gave Diego so much game, I hope he takes something from it And I made plays for my nigga, I pray he make something of it The saddest part about success is that the hate come from it I hit up Black, got my first nine, I paid like eight-somethin' for it, yeah I smoke a blunt to take the pain out And if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out Them Gary streets was cold but I'm the one that made a lane out When H got caught with work, he never snitched or gave my name out I love him for that, Benz start, push a button for that When you get rich, you might cut off some of your brothers for that For that, I bought a house out in Cali, I made it out for real Pop Smoke killed in the Hills, that shit gave me the chills Willy was my day one nigga, we done been through some shit Thought that I was never gon' see him after that Europe shit Nigga we was broke and we would share my food I hate Jabree had to get killed for us to get back cool A nigga stressing so I numb it with drugs, liquor and table dances Need to slow my roll 'cause my daddy battling stomach cancer Tryna chase my dream but I hate the shit that I'm runnin' after Had some deadly beef with some rappers but that's another chapter I smoke a opp to take the pain out Pull up at your show and air your motherfuckin' stage out They caught me at The Box and sent some shots, I sent some change out Told them pussy niggas get umbrellas, it's gon' rain out, motherfucker I smoke a opp to take the pain out Pull up on your block and air your Rari or your Range out They caught me at the light and sent some shots, I sent some change out I told them pussy niggas get umbrellas, it's gon' rain out, motherfucker Yeah, even if you bring an umbrella (Umbrella) You can't stop the pouring (No) You ignore the warnings (Warnings) Should've seen the signs (Signs) It's so hard to pretend (Hard to pretend) Shit gets too real (Real) See, I know no one's coming (No) So fuck how you feel (How you feel) You should save yourself, I can't save you (No) Time we lost, can't make up (No) All them shots, no chaser (No) Normal talk, that's played out I gave you all of me But obviously it don't align with what you want or what I need You don't deserve the right to parts of me You could tell whoever about your fall to me (No) We apologize for the noise and disturbance on the penthouse floors. We assure you we are currently investigating the matter. We appreciate your patience while staying with us at the Triple S Resort and Casino Hey Fred, it's your mom. Call me - to me - haven't heard from you in a while. Give me a call when you get a chance. I love you. Bye bye (Soul Sold Separately)