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