Graveyard
See me creeping through the fucking graveyard
And my eyes down low
And now we moving real slow
See me creeping through the fucking graveyard
What it do mane
Check it check it check it
Yeah
See me creeping through the fucking graveyard
Appease my pain yeah
I'm wilding ya boy be vibing
Tryna fill my pockets
Options
To be a prophet
Or to be average
Yung savage I'm posted lavish
Burning to ashes
Play with fire brand you with the flame of lucifer
And my mind it keep on running got the serpents at my door
Hit the stage with a blunt and some stripper dancers
A young buck in his prime I be posted lavish
Lately barely getting any sleep because of all my vices
Just another victim of my own devices
Steady rising bringing all the heat never fail to act
Never was a bitch, since a youngin
Only stating facts
Facts facts facts facts facts
See me creeping through the fucking graveyard
And my eyes down low
And now we moving real slow
See me creeping through the fucking graveyard
What it do mane
Check it check it check it Check it
It's mister gon' die
Yeah I'm smoking to my urben blues
Never second guessing when I'm plotting all my fucking moves
Can't fuck with leeches who just rob me of my energy
And the smell of death it always seems to be right next to me
Pull up to your function boutta bring the party
I got the reaper by my side, bitches acting naughty
Acting retarded, now Urben boutta bring the slaughter
And I'll never falter
Yeah running shit just like a scholar
Get it get it
Vision blurred shifting like a phantom
Seeking out my answers with my black panthers
See the world thru my eyes yeah I fucking dare ya
I see death in every corner man I thought I told ya
See me creeping through the fucking graveyard
And my eyes down low
And now we moving real slow
See me creeping through the fucking graveyard
What it do mane
Check it check it check it
Yeah
Aye
And my eyes down low
And now we moving real slow
See me creeping through the fucking graveyard
What it do mane
Check it check it check it
Yeah
See me creeping through the fucking graveyard
Appease my pain yeah
I'm wilding ya boy be vibing
Tryna fill my pockets
Options
To be a prophet
Or to be average
Yung savage I'm posted lavish
Burning to ashes
Play with fire brand you with the flame of lucifer
And my mind it keep on running got the serpents at my door
Hit the stage with a blunt and some stripper dancers
A young buck in his prime I be posted lavish
Lately barely getting any sleep because of all my vices
Just another victim of my own devices
Steady rising bringing all the heat never fail to act
Never was a bitch, since a youngin
Only stating facts
Facts facts facts facts facts
See me creeping through the fucking graveyard
And my eyes down low
And now we moving real slow
See me creeping through the fucking graveyard
What it do mane
Check it check it check it Check it
It's mister gon' die
Yeah I'm smoking to my urben blues
Never second guessing when I'm plotting all my fucking moves
Can't fuck with leeches who just rob me of my energy
And the smell of death it always seems to be right next to me
Pull up to your function boutta bring the party
I got the reaper by my side, bitches acting naughty
Acting retarded, now Urben boutta bring the slaughter
And I'll never falter
Yeah running shit just like a scholar
Get it get it
Vision blurred shifting like a phantom
Seeking out my answers with my black panthers
See the world thru my eyes yeah I fucking dare ya
I see death in every corner man I thought I told ya
See me creeping through the fucking graveyard
And my eyes down low
And now we moving real slow
See me creeping through the fucking graveyard
What it do mane
Check it check it check it
Yeah
Aye
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Hsieh
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