Grandma's Stove

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]

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

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

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 poppin', I started flyin' them bitches in

Then I had a baby on E and fucked up the wedding plans

We could've fixed shit between us, but I couldn't fight my demons

I never knew shit would lеad us to child support subpoenas

Rap deadbeat daddy, that's how thеy 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 ho 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

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]

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

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]

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 nigga White beat two cases, that was a God blessing (Yeah)

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 heroin in bulk

I gave Diego so much game, I hope he take 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

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]

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

[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]

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 (That's another chapter)

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]

I smoke an 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

[Verse 4: Musiq Soulchild]

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 fuck 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)

[Outro]

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