Текст песни Grandma’s Stove (feat. Musiq Soulchild) - Musiq Soulchild , 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
And
we
been
on
the
road
for
like
ten
years
Keeping
20
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
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
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
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
38,
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
.9,
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
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)
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
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)
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
Call
me
if
you
can
call
me
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
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