The Tomb
Lil homie hol' up
You mixin that raw like you cookin with the coca
Ok ok... They don't want beef, whole crew steady moving cold cuts
I'm laughin', these clowns dancing, out here looking like the joker
Things changed, ain't been the same, damn... since the moment that I woke up
(Where you been Raw?)
Stayin' away, I'm socially distant
Warned y'all on "wall", that's high hieroglyphics
Golden Calf, you know we still lifted
Xavier's school, the boy is still gifted
Punchlines too quick, too specific
Rip Kobe, that's too Pacific
Sweet Chin music, get knocked over swift kicks
I'm up again, let me rise out my tomb shit
You know the vibes, I'm tired, I didn't have to do this
I thought I told them boys, I got a job to do
Rise from the dead, that's what a god would do
Father I apologize, for what I'm bout to do
I'm up again, let me rise out my tomb shit
You know the vibes, I'm tired, I didn't have to do this
I thought I told them boys, I got a job to do
Rise from the dead, that's what a god would do
Father I apologize, for what I'm bout to do
Lowkey we movin low pro
Scopin' out the scene, all sides like go pro
Up all night lookin no doze
Mixed with sprite, on sight, yeah I'm snatchin' all yo hoes
Origami fold, she's a Rich Girl, thick curls listening to Hall and Oates
Ask her girl if she bi, oh damn, yeah okay. gimme 2 of those
It's murda... She was Maxine well, that was all She wrote
Man no wan war, take your business model and imma turn her to a centerfold
Can't be mad at me dawg, different animal, cuz, damn it, I'm the goat
Stay posted like the Alamo, hasta luego, después, vamanos, a dios
I'm up again, let me rise out my tomb shit
You know the vibes, I'm tired, I didn't have to do this
I thought I told them boys, I got a job to do
Rise from the dead, that's what a god would do
Father I apologize, for what I'm bout to do
I'm up again, let me rise out my tomb shit
You know the vibes, I'm tired, I didn't have to do this
I thought I told them boys, I got a job to do
Rise from the dead, that's what a god would do
Father I apologize, for what I'm bout to do
I'm up again, let me rise out my tomb shit
You know the vibes, I'm tired, I didn't have to do this
I thought I told them boys, I got a job to do
Rise from the dead, that's what a god would do
Father I apologize, for what I'm bout to do
Okay Okay Okay
You mixin that raw like you cookin with the coca
Ok ok... They don't want beef, whole crew steady moving cold cuts
I'm laughin', these clowns dancing, out here looking like the joker
Things changed, ain't been the same, damn... since the moment that I woke up
(Where you been Raw?)
Stayin' away, I'm socially distant
Warned y'all on "wall", that's high hieroglyphics
Golden Calf, you know we still lifted
Xavier's school, the boy is still gifted
Punchlines too quick, too specific
Rip Kobe, that's too Pacific
Sweet Chin music, get knocked over swift kicks
I'm up again, let me rise out my tomb shit
You know the vibes, I'm tired, I didn't have to do this
I thought I told them boys, I got a job to do
Rise from the dead, that's what a god would do
Father I apologize, for what I'm bout to do
I'm up again, let me rise out my tomb shit
You know the vibes, I'm tired, I didn't have to do this
I thought I told them boys, I got a job to do
Rise from the dead, that's what a god would do
Father I apologize, for what I'm bout to do
Lowkey we movin low pro
Scopin' out the scene, all sides like go pro
Up all night lookin no doze
Mixed with sprite, on sight, yeah I'm snatchin' all yo hoes
Origami fold, she's a Rich Girl, thick curls listening to Hall and Oates
Ask her girl if she bi, oh damn, yeah okay. gimme 2 of those
It's murda... She was Maxine well, that was all She wrote
Man no wan war, take your business model and imma turn her to a centerfold
Can't be mad at me dawg, different animal, cuz, damn it, I'm the goat
Stay posted like the Alamo, hasta luego, después, vamanos, a dios
I'm up again, let me rise out my tomb shit
You know the vibes, I'm tired, I didn't have to do this
I thought I told them boys, I got a job to do
Rise from the dead, that's what a god would do
Father I apologize, for what I'm bout to do
I'm up again, let me rise out my tomb shit
You know the vibes, I'm tired, I didn't have to do this
I thought I told them boys, I got a job to do
Rise from the dead, that's what a god would do
Father I apologize, for what I'm bout to do
I'm up again, let me rise out my tomb shit
You know the vibes, I'm tired, I didn't have to do this
I thought I told them boys, I got a job to do
Rise from the dead, that's what a god would do
Father I apologize, for what I'm bout to do
Okay Okay Okay
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Writer(s): Claude Liggins Jr
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