Ayy, cut the fan off, It's that grubhouse blues I'm ten toes down, go tell the judge, I ain't wearin' my shoes I was locked down in the place so they don't care about you Judge got me ducked off somewhere, payin' my dues The only way to make it out of this is by playin' by the rules But you know me, I'm playin' for keys, ain't playin' by the rules Never bite the hand that feeds you, yeah, I understand But I was hungry, so the hand got chewed, I devoured it So much weight on my shoulders, I need meal power, lil' Askin' God, don't know how to pray, but I be tryin' still Ain't no faith, they told me I won't make it out of there Nineteen months in the ground, somethin' gotta give *** a nine-to-five, I don't wanna wait no eight-hour *** Rap, sir, raw, hit a lick, get it how you live Blue Smurfs, what I fiend for? Call me Gargamel Blues in my jeans, gang, gang, no, I'm not a creep I got a chair, I need a coolin' kit to cool me off It's that grubhouse ***, go hit the store, don't do no talkin' Me and one piece in the same building, talkin' through the walls Freak Taz, I give him the wheel, he gon' do the lock When you lock behind these walls, it's crazy how they do it all Outta sight, try out of mind, they won't remember you at all My lil' shorty, she so funny, she been with me through it all I give you a call, Victor, when y'all listen to me I got your talk, but there ain't nothin' like seein' your face Hold me down, I'm on the way, bae, I just need you to wait My life's a dream, and if I sleep, I'll be in the way Was in a fast lane, but I never picture me in the race Fast lane, V8, I talk to Nell, he straight My niggas in the same lane, like we runnin' relay I couldn't even pursue my dream because I couldn't be here I did a 19 straight, I even missed my B-Day Same *** on replay, just replayin' And don'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 it again God, I ask you to bless me, if I'm wrong, correct me I been tryna profit, the devil don't let me I'm havin' whole problems, these bitches so messy It's like hot, cut the fan on, these hoes sweatin' me Cut the fan on, so ready to blow I done put some foreign ass on foreign bathroom Callin' this bitch, how your head gone? Just talked to my nigga on the gramophone I told him when I jump, we takin' flight, but we can't land wrong This that pen and pad floor, I'm writin' till my hand gone Reaching for the stars, galaxy, *** a Samsung I phone in my cell, I'm FaceTiming with a bad hoe A hoe gon' be a hoe, you can't control it, what you mad for? Locked up, your whole ***in' nigga that you beef with Real talk, that's some G ***, I done seen it What was in the game, they lockin' down, no defense Now I'm how to free him, he was here how to free me Promethazine, stuffed up in my bottle like a genie Bout to sail a hatch, you need some crutches, boy, you lean Feeding for a peach, get some money, stop the feeding I was in the ground year-round, saying ***, repeating It's that Gram House blues, real ***, real *** It's that Gram House blues, feel this, feel this It's that Gram House blues, feel this, feel this It's that Gram House blues