This that Gram House BluesI'm ten toes down, but tell the judge I ain't wearin?my?shoesI was locked?down in a place where they?don't care about youJudge got me ducked off, somewhere paying?my?duesThe?only way to?make it out?is just by playing by the rulesBut you know me I'm playing for keeps ain't plying by the rulesNever bite the hand that feed yaYea I understand, but I was hungry so the hand got chewedI devoured it, so much weight on my shoulders I need me a powerliftAskin God, don't know how to pray but I ve tryin' stillAin't no faith, they told me I wouldn't make it outta there19 months in the gram somethin' gotta giveFuck a nine to five, ion wanna work no eight hour shiftRap, serve rock, hit a lick, get it how you liveBlue smurfs what I feen for call me GargamelBlues in my jeans, gang gang, no I'm not a cripI gotta chill, need a cooling kit to cool me offThis that Gram House shit go hit the stall don't do no talkin'Me and ? in the same building talkin' through the wallsFree Taz, I give him the wheel, he goin' through the lawWhen you locked behind these walls it's crazy how they do ya dawgOutta sight, outta mind, they won't remember you at allMy lil shorty, she so for me, she been with me through it allI'll give you a call, vent to me, I'll listen to ya talkI got to teach you some things, nothin' like seein' ya faceHold me down, I'm on the way bae I just need you to waitMy life's a dream and If I'm sleep fuck being awakeWas in the fast lane but I never pictured me in a wraithFast lane, V-8, I talked to Nap he straight, my niggas in the same lane like we running relayI couldn't even pursue my dream because I couldn't behaveI did 19 straight, I even missed my b-daySame shit on replay, just replayin' and don't know hit to pray, but I know how to repentSo Father God, please forgive me for my sinsForgive me in the future if I go through it againGod I ask you to bless meIf I'm wrong, correct meI been tryna prosperThe devil just won't let meI'm having hoe problemsThese bitches so messyIt's Lil Hot, Kut Da Fan On, these hoes sweat meKut Da Fan On so ready to blow I done put some flow in e'rr songOne bad phone call in this bitch'll have ya head goneJust talked to my nigga on the Gram phoneI told him when I jump we takin flight but we can't land wrongThis that pen and pad flow, writing til my hand goneReaching for the stars, galaxy, fuck a SamsungIPhone in my cell I'm facetiming with a bad hoeA hoe gon be a hoe, you can't control it what you mad fo'?Locked up, yo hoe'll fuck a nigga that you beef withReal talk, that's some g-shit, I done seen itWolph was in the game they locked him down no defenseNow I'm hollin' free him, he was just hollin' free mePromethazine stuffed up in my bottle just like a genieDawg said Lil Hot you need some crutches boy you leanin'Feenin for a feature, get some money, stop the feenin'Was in the Gram year round, same shit, repeatin' itThis that Gram House Blues, real shit real shitThis that Gram House Blues, hear this hear thisThis that Gram House Blues, feel this feel thisThis that Gram. House. BluesLaterrr
