Tombstone

Feeling like you gonna need a tombstone, thinking on the future
When I'm sitting on the throne, yeah yeah
Feeling like you gonna need a tombstone, thinking on the future
When I'm sitting on the throne, yeah yeah
Feeling like you gonna need a tombstone, thinking on the future
When I'm sitting on the throne, yeah yeah
Feeling like you gonna need a tombstone, thinking on the future
When I'm sitting on the throne, yeah yeah
Now fill the cup, fill the cup, fill the cup, fill my cup
Roll some up, roll some up, roll some up, roll it up
Play with us, play with us, play with us, stay with us
Ah
Sh sh
Yuh

Feeling like you gonna need a tombstone, 808 blasting on the speaker
Blessed soul all i do is atone, blessed word I am the teacher
(Woo)
I am the preacher
(Woo)
You are the reader
(Woo)
Stab me in the back?
(What)
I'll end it quick, heat seeker
Up and down, back and forth, surfing in the crowd
Pass it right, pass it left, toking on this loud
Liftoff in the sky, higher than the clouds
Got my family and my friends, tryna make them proud
West side, best side, coming from the bay
Blue skies, only highs, not a day that's gray
Wanna chef with Steph, call me Bobby Flay
Brother by my side and he sipping Bombay

Feeling like you gonna need a tombstone, thinking on the future
When I'm sitting on the throne, yeah yeah
Feeling like you gonna need a tombstone, thinking on the future
When I'm sitting on the throne, yeah yeah
Feeling like you gonna need a tombstone, thinking on the future
When I'm sitting on the throne, yeah yeah
Feeling like you gonna need a tombstone, thinking on the future
When I'm sitting on the throne, yeah yeah
Feeling like you gonna need a tombstone, thinking on the future
When I'm sitting on the throne, yeah yeah
Feeling like you gonna need a tombstone, thinking on the future
When I'm sitting on the throne, yeah yeah
Feeling like you gonna need a tombstone, thinking on the future
When I'm sitting on the throne, yeah yeah
Feeling like you gonna need a tombstone, thinking on the future
When I'm sitting on the throne, yeah yeah
Now fill the cup, fill the cup, fill the cup, fill my cup
Roll some up, roll some up, roll some up, roll it up
Play with us, play with us, play with us, stay with us
Ah
Sh sh
Yuh

I always like a little competition, forever stay fighting to keep my position
No matter the time, the place, or condition
Clip loaded with verbal ammunition
2019, hoping for the best
Need to get some things all up off my chest
I'll be 18, college got me stressed
At least I got accepted, now it's time to rest
(Nope)
10 times outta 10, I'm the one that's firing flak
Try to throw me down and I'll only fire back
Wanna be a nicer person, paging Mr. Black
But I won't let it go if I find you talking smack
Talking smack about me, on the phone wit yo flock
Talking smack about me, up and down your whole block
Talk more smack about me and just wait for the clock
Talk more smack about me and you'll hear the final knock



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Writer(s): Rupert Mcintosh
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