Grandma's Stove lyrics

• 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 F#ck it, I got my n***** in
  Once I started poppin', I started flyin' them bitches in
  Then I had a baby on E and F#cked up the wedding plans
  We could've fixed shit between us, but I couldn't fight my demons
  I never knew shit would lead us to child support subpoenas
  Rap deadbeat daddy, that's how they try 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 hoe know she'd 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 an 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 (For nothing)
  My n**** White beat two cases, that was a God blessing (Yeah)
  He rich enough to leave the streets, but he too hardheaded
  All my n*****' energy is rap, sell dope
  Ducking the reaper, ain't no sleeping when you juggling both
  My 'migo told me F#ck that rap shit 'cause that shit was a joke
  Lambo can't get me in the booth, I get my heroin in bulk
  I gave Diego so much game, I hope he take something from it
  And I made plays for my n****, 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 n****, we done been through some shit
  Thought that I was never gon' see him after that Europe shit
  N****, we was broke and we would share my food
  I hate Jabree had to get killed for us to get back cool
  A n**** 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 (That's another chapter)

  I smoke an opp to take the pain out
  Pull up at your show and air your motherF#ckin' stage out
  They caught me at The Box and sent some shots, I sent some change out
  Told them pussy n*****, "Get umbrellas, it's gon' rain out," motherF#cker

  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 n*****, "Get umbrellas, it's gon' rain out," motherF#cker

  Oh, yeah, even if you bring an umbrella (Umbrella)
  You can't stop the pouring (No)
  You ignored 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 F#ck how you feel (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 reserve the right to parts of me
  You could tell whoever 'bout your thoughts of 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 Hotel, Resort, and Casino

  Hey, Fred, it's your mom
  Calling to hear from you
  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

• Who is the author of the song Grandma's Stove?
  The song Grandma's Stove was written by Freddie Gibbs.

• Who sings the song Grandma's Stove?
  The song Grandma's Stove is performed by Freddie Gibbs.