Grave
They say the hood come with graves
To my eyes it bring some grace
My baby tell me I don't listen
They finna end me, I'm finna catch a case
They say the hood come with graves
To my eyes it bring some grace
OG say we should be cooking and whipping in kitchens
We trying to get paid
I'm back with that thang
My baby tell me her pussy not the same
It gon kill me, put my dick in the grave
Don't make me turn your sunny days to rain
Nah nah nah nigga, nah we not the same
I do dirty work while you acting sane
Leave me alone my nigga, let me think
Me and Jimmy might just rob us a chain
Believe me nigga, I'm never grinding alone
Grinding outstandingly just for my throne
Texting so dirty till I pull up on her with swag
Undress her so her back can get blown
Ask my niggas how I rap from the dome
You don't scare me nigga, let the burner be shown
And after that better shoot, make sure I'm gone
Cause I'm gon come back, make you think it's a clone
And honestly I don't fuck with no so peace
So I murder nigga cold who talk 'bout Jacqueline
I know Ima make it
So I ain't gotta fake it
I'm sipping double cup, just know it's the gin
I got your bitch all on me making a film
That punani call my dick like baby come swim
But Ion wanna do that, I might give her some twins
The hood come with grace and graves
We all fucking sin
They say the hood come with graves
To my eyes it bring some grace
My baby tell me I don't listen
They finna end me, I'm finna catch a case
They say the hood come with graves
To my eyes it bring some grace
OG say we should be cooking and whipping in kitchens
We trying to get paid
Ye
Ye Ye Ye
I'm straight out the mud, yeah I come from the bottom
I'm the one with the biggest smile but the most problems
In the top spot and you dirty niggas is spotless
These niggas be stupid, common sense ain't common
I'm drawing all the attention like Picasso
I don't care if she bad, take that bitch to McDonald's
We the ones that be stepping bitch, give us our cred
We gon let it slide but we heard what you said
Blue ribbon hunnids, I get all the bread
Oh you wanna play boy, see a whole lotta red
I like a bitch with no manners, no waist
Some titties and ass and very high standards
My girl saw me finger her friend on her period
My girlfriend caught me red handed
Together we stand, divided we fall
I got all of the numbers to the shots I call
I'ma add up the digits and then attract all the broads
Multiply all the bitches and then divide all the frauds
Ain't nobody got the guts to step on my turf
She a H-O-E, heaven on earth
It's ironic I be fresh to death since birth
I be running from the devil, I might do a show in church
And I'm in for the title
I'm making her sing, no Idols
Don't play with me, shit can get messy like Lionel
That shit suicidal
Don't worry coz I got more hooks than Mike Tyson
More verses than Bible
I notice a lot but prefer to be silent
My niggas be going ape, niggas wildin
She ain't proposing but she on her knees
Jimmy killing niggas like the police
Can't fuck with us, big steppers
Yeah
They say the hood come with graves
To my eyes it bring some grace
My baby tell me I don't listen
They finna end me, I'm finna catch a case
They say the hood come with graves
To my eyes it bring some grace
OG say we should be cooking and whipping in kitchens
We trying to get paid
To my eyes it bring some grace
My baby tell me I don't listen
They finna end me, I'm finna catch a case
They say the hood come with graves
To my eyes it bring some grace
OG say we should be cooking and whipping in kitchens
We trying to get paid
I'm back with that thang
My baby tell me her pussy not the same
It gon kill me, put my dick in the grave
Don't make me turn your sunny days to rain
Nah nah nah nigga, nah we not the same
I do dirty work while you acting sane
Leave me alone my nigga, let me think
Me and Jimmy might just rob us a chain
Believe me nigga, I'm never grinding alone
Grinding outstandingly just for my throne
Texting so dirty till I pull up on her with swag
Undress her so her back can get blown
Ask my niggas how I rap from the dome
You don't scare me nigga, let the burner be shown
And after that better shoot, make sure I'm gone
Cause I'm gon come back, make you think it's a clone
And honestly I don't fuck with no so peace
So I murder nigga cold who talk 'bout Jacqueline
I know Ima make it
So I ain't gotta fake it
I'm sipping double cup, just know it's the gin
I got your bitch all on me making a film
That punani call my dick like baby come swim
But Ion wanna do that, I might give her some twins
The hood come with grace and graves
We all fucking sin
They say the hood come with graves
To my eyes it bring some grace
My baby tell me I don't listen
They finna end me, I'm finna catch a case
They say the hood come with graves
To my eyes it bring some grace
OG say we should be cooking and whipping in kitchens
We trying to get paid
Ye
Ye Ye Ye
I'm straight out the mud, yeah I come from the bottom
I'm the one with the biggest smile but the most problems
In the top spot and you dirty niggas is spotless
These niggas be stupid, common sense ain't common
I'm drawing all the attention like Picasso
I don't care if she bad, take that bitch to McDonald's
We the ones that be stepping bitch, give us our cred
We gon let it slide but we heard what you said
Blue ribbon hunnids, I get all the bread
Oh you wanna play boy, see a whole lotta red
I like a bitch with no manners, no waist
Some titties and ass and very high standards
My girl saw me finger her friend on her period
My girlfriend caught me red handed
Together we stand, divided we fall
I got all of the numbers to the shots I call
I'ma add up the digits and then attract all the broads
Multiply all the bitches and then divide all the frauds
Ain't nobody got the guts to step on my turf
She a H-O-E, heaven on earth
It's ironic I be fresh to death since birth
I be running from the devil, I might do a show in church
And I'm in for the title
I'm making her sing, no Idols
Don't play with me, shit can get messy like Lionel
That shit suicidal
Don't worry coz I got more hooks than Mike Tyson
More verses than Bible
I notice a lot but prefer to be silent
My niggas be going ape, niggas wildin
She ain't proposing but she on her knees
Jimmy killing niggas like the police
Can't fuck with us, big steppers
Yeah
They say the hood come with graves
To my eyes it bring some grace
My baby tell me I don't listen
They finna end me, I'm finna catch a case
They say the hood come with graves
To my eyes it bring some grace
OG say we should be cooking and whipping in kitchens
We trying to get paid
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Writer(s): Chris Katende
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