Gram House Blues

Aye aye sinsae Gram house gram houssse bluess Kut da fan on This that gram house blues I'm 10 toes down but tell the judge I ain't wearing my shoes I was locked down in a place where they don't care bout you Judge got me ducked off somewhere payin' my dues The only way to make it out of this is by playing by da rules But you know me I'm playing for keeps aint playing by da rules Never bite the hand that feed ya Yeah I understand But I was hungry so that hand got chewed I devoured it So much weight on my shoulders i need me a power loop Asking god I ain't know how to pray but I be trying still Aint no faith they told me I wont make it out there 19 months in the gram something gotta give Fuck a 9 to 5 I ain't wanna work no 8 hour shift Rap serve rock hit a lick get it how you live Blue smurfs what I feen for call me gargamel Blues in my jeans gang gang no I'm not a crip I gotta chill I need a cooling kit to cool me off This that gram house shit go hit the stall don't do no talking Me and 1 fiest in the same building talking thru the wall Free taz I gave him the wheel he gone do the law When u locked behind these walls its crazy how they do ya dawg Out of sight ya out of mind they wont remember you at all My lil shorty she so for me she been with me thru it all I give you a call victim me I'll listen to you talk I got ya top but that ain't nothing like seeing ya face Hold me down I'm on da way bae I just need ya to wait My life's a dream and if I'm sleep fuck being awake Was in a fast lane but I never pictured me in a wraith Fast lane v8 I talked to nep he straight My niggas in the same lane like we running relay I couldn't even pursue my dreams cause I couldn't behave I did 19 straight I even miss my B'day Same shit on replay Just for playin' And I ain't know how to pray but I know how to repent So father god please forgive me for my sins Forgive me in the future if I go do I again God I ask you to bless me if I'm wrong correct me I've been tryna prosper the devil just won't let me I'm having hoe problems these bitches so messy It's lil hot cut da fan on these hoes sweat me Cut the fan on I'm so ready to blow I done put some flow in err song One bad phone call in this bitch I'll have yo head gone Just tall to my nigga on the gram phone I told em when I jump we taking flight but we can't land wrong This that pen and pad flow writing 'til my hand gone Reaching for the stars galaxy fuck a samsung Iphone in my cell I'm facetiming with a bad hoe A hoe gone be a hoe you cant control it what youu mad for Locked up yo hoe'll fuck a nigga that you beef Real talk that some G shit I done seen it Wolph was in the game they locked him down no defense Now I'm hollerin' free him he was just hollerin' free me Promethazine stuffed up in my bottle like a genie Doc said lil hot you need some crutches boy you leanin' Feening for a feature get some money stop the feening Was in the gram year round same shit repeating This that gram house blues real shit real shit This that gram house blues hear this hear this This that gran house blues feel this feel this This that gram house bluess Laterr