To My Grave
Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Let it breathe
Let it breathe
All I Got To Say Is
I aint gunna trust nobody
Yeah Yeah
Yeah
I'll take my secrets to the grave
My vices to the grave
My Money to the grave
My shotty to the grave
I'll take my secrets to the grave
My vices to the grave
My Money to the grave
My shotty to the grave
Homies out of pocket
With the rocket
Where'd you cop it
Man just stop it
You rather talk it
Then to walk it
Bitch your profit
Is a droplet
So how you drippin Sippin
Your life more like Wanda Vision
My life my vice competition
Your death word smith ammunition
Bitch your dead to me
Friends turned into enemies
Probably stash methamphetamines
That would put the feds on me
Bitch
Pay your debt to me
Our you gon have the lead to see
When did you start packing bruh
When bitches started acting up
Yeah
Imma fuck it up like Shaq and Kobe type of play
Imma do enough Frank Sinatra my type of ways
Bitch you got no love Em and Lil Wayne type of say
Me and Spillage Village can and will show your End of Days
I'll take my secrets to the grave
My vices to the grave
My Money to the grave
My shotty to the grave
I'll take my secrets to the grave
My vices to the grave
My Money to the grave
My shotty to the grave
I'll take my secrets to the grave
My vices to the grave
My Money to the grave
My shotty to the grave
I'll take my secrets to the grave
My vices to the grave
My Money to the grave
My shotty to the grave
Message from 2PAC
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Let it breathe
Let it breathe
All I Got To Say Is
I aint gunna trust nobody
Yeah Yeah
Yeah
I'll take my secrets to the grave
My vices to the grave
My Money to the grave
My shotty to the grave
I'll take my secrets to the grave
My vices to the grave
My Money to the grave
My shotty to the grave
Homies out of pocket
With the rocket
Where'd you cop it
Man just stop it
You rather talk it
Then to walk it
Bitch your profit
Is a droplet
So how you drippin Sippin
Your life more like Wanda Vision
My life my vice competition
Your death word smith ammunition
Bitch your dead to me
Friends turned into enemies
Probably stash methamphetamines
That would put the feds on me
Bitch
Pay your debt to me
Our you gon have the lead to see
When did you start packing bruh
When bitches started acting up
Yeah
Imma fuck it up like Shaq and Kobe type of play
Imma do enough Frank Sinatra my type of ways
Bitch you got no love Em and Lil Wayne type of say
Me and Spillage Village can and will show your End of Days
I'll take my secrets to the grave
My vices to the grave
My Money to the grave
My shotty to the grave
I'll take my secrets to the grave
My vices to the grave
My Money to the grave
My shotty to the grave
I'll take my secrets to the grave
My vices to the grave
My Money to the grave
My shotty to the grave
I'll take my secrets to the grave
My vices to the grave
My Money to the grave
My shotty to the grave
Message from 2PAC
Credits
Writer(s): Mitchell Moreno
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