Graveyard Freestyle
Guess what
I'm back
Goin' hard from start to the end
Staying high with the frequency
Turn the lies into fantasies
Hoes be sellin' ass for a bigger place
I'm still grinding for my inner state
More shit more shit just to elevate
Bitch I'm rolling on everybody
Bitch I'm pissing on everybody
Roll deep for some avalanches
Hit it right using all my chances
So clean I wanna get it
Nose clean nah I don't wanna take it
I'm a Savior, want to disrespect all my shit for the fame nah
You a clown for it
I'm a king on my throne
I'm not going down for it
Now you bow for me
And your bitch wanna bounce on me
She wants a Gladiator
Lovin' me for my behaviour
Alpha Male Energy
Spicy shit, she tastes the flavor
You are my meal that I save for later
Used to tell me I'm a failure now They use for a favor
They be tellin' Lies tellin' lies tellin' stories that they made up
They be going down
Down
Down
I'm 'bout to blow up
Blow up
Blow up
All eyes
All eyes
All eyes on us
All eyes
All eyes
All eyes on us
All eyes on us when we rollin'
We don't fucking stop keep it going
Push it to the top to going all in
The only way is up they're still falling
There ain't no fucking parties cause we ballin'
Wanna count the bodies they be callin'
Using all my shit that I stored in
Never went back since I started (Started, started)
I fuck a bitch now she rich
All I do all I do is work
I got four arms like I'm Stich
I got goals
Yeah I got goals
I'm on a Mission and I won't stop till I find the GOLD
My vision changed big time
I think it's 'bout time that I go GHOST
Go GHOST
We're bout to blow up - blow up
Make it make it
Make it blow up
Yeah we show up
Motherfucker let's get it let's get it
Bitch I'm on your neck
You're fuckin' with the wrong one
I got a winners trophy go get your own one
I do what I do cause I'm the one
I'm on my kill kill
You're a lil kid 'n you gotta grow still
I see what I want and I go for the home run
Dawg Racists get slapped round here
No space for you to fuck around here
All these drugs got you fucked up yeh
I know
Life is rough when you ain't tough
But if I'm honest life ain't that complicated
I keep my mind on real shit
Cut the deal shit
At night time I meet up with my crew aye
We smoking six pounds inda crib
Hot box making shit pop
All the way to the top
I'm on my field and I got the crop aye
When I pull up they be thinkin' that I'm Cop
But nah I'm Rockstar no cap
I be rockin' with ma Snapback
Six bags in ma backpack aye, wow
I'm back
Goin' hard from start to the end
Staying high with the frequency
Turn the lies into fantasies
Hoes be sellin' ass for a bigger place
I'm still grinding for my inner state
More shit more shit just to elevate
Bitch I'm rolling on everybody
Bitch I'm pissing on everybody
Roll deep for some avalanches
Hit it right using all my chances
So clean I wanna get it
Nose clean nah I don't wanna take it
I'm a Savior, want to disrespect all my shit for the fame nah
You a clown for it
I'm a king on my throne
I'm not going down for it
Now you bow for me
And your bitch wanna bounce on me
She wants a Gladiator
Lovin' me for my behaviour
Alpha Male Energy
Spicy shit, she tastes the flavor
You are my meal that I save for later
Used to tell me I'm a failure now They use for a favor
They be tellin' Lies tellin' lies tellin' stories that they made up
They be going down
Down
Down
I'm 'bout to blow up
Blow up
Blow up
All eyes
All eyes
All eyes on us
All eyes
All eyes
All eyes on us
All eyes on us when we rollin'
We don't fucking stop keep it going
Push it to the top to going all in
The only way is up they're still falling
There ain't no fucking parties cause we ballin'
Wanna count the bodies they be callin'
Using all my shit that I stored in
Never went back since I started (Started, started)
I fuck a bitch now she rich
All I do all I do is work
I got four arms like I'm Stich
I got goals
Yeah I got goals
I'm on a Mission and I won't stop till I find the GOLD
My vision changed big time
I think it's 'bout time that I go GHOST
Go GHOST
We're bout to blow up - blow up
Make it make it
Make it blow up
Yeah we show up
Motherfucker let's get it let's get it
Bitch I'm on your neck
You're fuckin' with the wrong one
I got a winners trophy go get your own one
I do what I do cause I'm the one
I'm on my kill kill
You're a lil kid 'n you gotta grow still
I see what I want and I go for the home run
Dawg Racists get slapped round here
No space for you to fuck around here
All these drugs got you fucked up yeh
I know
Life is rough when you ain't tough
But if I'm honest life ain't that complicated
I keep my mind on real shit
Cut the deal shit
At night time I meet up with my crew aye
We smoking six pounds inda crib
Hot box making shit pop
All the way to the top
I'm on my field and I got the crop aye
When I pull up they be thinkin' that I'm Cop
But nah I'm Rockstar no cap
I be rockin' with ma Snapback
Six bags in ma backpack aye, wow
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Writer(s): Aquila Weissenborn
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