Graveyard
This for my niggas in the graveyard
Hope they made it to heaven cause we was living like hell
We was rally living hard (We was really living hard)
Drip shawty down in Goyard
All them times Ian have it now I could spend it ion care
I could really spend it all (I could really spend it all)
They ain't walk in the rain I walked thru nigga I had hail
Ian friendly but I'll hit the beach and give a fuck nigga shells
Pallbearers carrying my niggaa casket
All them times Ian have it Now we bagging
Kick da door down wit this rappin
Lately I've been snapping
Ion really care bout no sympathy
They already don't be feeling me
Put my heart in this beat
To give it an extra pump make it run (Make it run)
Them niggas trash slid they block and let it dump bag em up
Bag em up bag em up they'll slime you out if they had a chance
Won't go out bad Best believe keep an fn
I fuck with Nike but I'm the Khekkman
Ion play sports but done ran up a band
These all my brothers ion got no friends
Broward jit still with my brothers from the sand
Remember hittin a lick for like bout 50 bands
I stay out the mix I stay out the crowd
Oh we sliding uh this a stolen car
He wanted beef we slid his street
Oh naw He know he ain't going far
Vegan bihh she eating meat
Said she feel it all up in her stomach
He was dissing all up in them mentions
Now he scared cause we said we coming
Uh see the demon in me now he scared
Got my killas wimme He went to running sending prayers
But Ion really be in ta that
Get some motion Nigga
Or come slide and get whacked
I done bossed up
Now they all look up me
Bad bihh on my roster
Think her name Emily
All up in her mouth like a cavity
Done dropped 50 bands from a lick
Now I'm rocking Robin jeans
Caught him at the light took a flick
Now the crackas thinkin bout locking me
Ian friendly but I'll hit the beach and give a fuck nigga shells
Pallbearers carrying my niggaa casket
All them times Ian have it Now we bagging
Kick da door down wit this rappin
Lately I've been snappin
Ion really care bout no sympathy
They already don't be feeling me
Put my heart in this beat
To give it an extra pump make it run (Make it run)
Them niggas trash slid they block and let it dump bag em up
Bag em up bag em up they'll slime you out if they had a chance
Won't go out bad Best believe keep an fn
I fuck with Nike but I'm the Khekkman
Ion play sports but done ran up a band
These all my brothers ion got no friends
Broward jit still with my brothers from the sand
Remember hittin a lick for like bout 50 bands
Hope they made it to heaven cause we was living like hell
We was rally living hard (We was really living hard)
Drip shawty down in Goyard
All them times Ian have it now I could spend it ion care
I could really spend it all (I could really spend it all)
They ain't walk in the rain I walked thru nigga I had hail
Ian friendly but I'll hit the beach and give a fuck nigga shells
Pallbearers carrying my niggaa casket
All them times Ian have it Now we bagging
Kick da door down wit this rappin
Lately I've been snapping
Ion really care bout no sympathy
They already don't be feeling me
Put my heart in this beat
To give it an extra pump make it run (Make it run)
Them niggas trash slid they block and let it dump bag em up
Bag em up bag em up they'll slime you out if they had a chance
Won't go out bad Best believe keep an fn
I fuck with Nike but I'm the Khekkman
Ion play sports but done ran up a band
These all my brothers ion got no friends
Broward jit still with my brothers from the sand
Remember hittin a lick for like bout 50 bands
I stay out the mix I stay out the crowd
Oh we sliding uh this a stolen car
He wanted beef we slid his street
Oh naw He know he ain't going far
Vegan bihh she eating meat
Said she feel it all up in her stomach
He was dissing all up in them mentions
Now he scared cause we said we coming
Uh see the demon in me now he scared
Got my killas wimme He went to running sending prayers
But Ion really be in ta that
Get some motion Nigga
Or come slide and get whacked
I done bossed up
Now they all look up me
Bad bihh on my roster
Think her name Emily
All up in her mouth like a cavity
Done dropped 50 bands from a lick
Now I'm rocking Robin jeans
Caught him at the light took a flick
Now the crackas thinkin bout locking me
Ian friendly but I'll hit the beach and give a fuck nigga shells
Pallbearers carrying my niggaa casket
All them times Ian have it Now we bagging
Kick da door down wit this rappin
Lately I've been snappin
Ion really care bout no sympathy
They already don't be feeling me
Put my heart in this beat
To give it an extra pump make it run (Make it run)
Them niggas trash slid they block and let it dump bag em up
Bag em up bag em up they'll slime you out if they had a chance
Won't go out bad Best believe keep an fn
I fuck with Nike but I'm the Khekkman
Ion play sports but done ran up a band
These all my brothers ion got no friends
Broward jit still with my brothers from the sand
Remember hittin a lick for like bout 50 bands
Credits
Writer(s): Corey
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