Cemetery Lifestyle
(Louie Bandz made another one)
(Dubba-AA flexing)
(Ayo, that's Dre)
Red B.B. belt 'cause I'm a bloody stepper
Self-made artist leave a stain on whoever
I'm starting to think I should just go
We ain't been getting no better
Tell me a lie, I blow the brains out the reverend (this is the sound)
Inside my cup must be the devil
'Cause the demon always come out me all a sudden
Inside the bank, it's a been a murder scene
'Cause when I walked out, they had blood on that money
I'm talkin' somethin' beyond the sky, what I'm gon' aim for (yeah)
Pull up on the side, let that thing blow
Tryna heal my pain with that drank, fuck around and take my soul
Four wheel drive, swerving in the rain like it can't snow (yeah)
Pray a hundred mill' come and all this fame go
Soon as you changed on me, you turn to ash like charcoal
Lose feelings through the night, I'm startin' to think my heart broke
Know they givin' up, see they switchin' up, everythin' gettin' old
Caught 'em breakin' in, known to kick doors, we ain't never picked codes
Kicked in, slimey, oh, now my wrist froze
She runnin' down, I looked up, she gone, I don't know where she go
Cemetary lifestyle, I'm making sure the casket closed
40 on me right now, I step on that bitch on my own
Clear the scene, time to leave, leave it, oh overload
Could barely breathe, get off me, too much lean, time to go
They gon' count me in anyway, the fuck you tryna tie me for?
The RT wait, I dubbed the eight, now I be brighter than
Red B.B. belt 'cause I'm a bloody stepper
Self-made artist leave a stain on whoever (leave a stain)
I'm starting to think I should just go on
We ain't been getting no better
Tell me a lie, I blow the brains out the reverend (I will blow blow his brains, yea)
Inside my cup must be the Devil (yeah)
'Cause the demon always come out me all a sudden (all of a sudden)
Inside the bank, it's a been a murder scene (murder, yea)
'Cause when I walked out, they had blood on that money (oh, no, no, no)
Soon as you changed on me, you turn to ash-like charcoal
Lose feelings through the night, I'm startin' to think my heart broke
Know they givin' up, see they switchin' up, everything getting old
Caught 'em breakin' in, known to kick doors, we ain't never picked codes
Kicked in, slimey, oh, now my wrist froze
She runnin' down, I looked up, she gone, I don't know where she go
Cemetary lifestyle, I'm making sure the casket closed
40 on me right now, I step on that bitch on my own
(Dubba-AA flexing)
(Ayo, that's Dre)
Red B.B. belt 'cause I'm a bloody stepper
Self-made artist leave a stain on whoever
I'm starting to think I should just go
We ain't been getting no better
Tell me a lie, I blow the brains out the reverend (this is the sound)
Inside my cup must be the devil
'Cause the demon always come out me all a sudden
Inside the bank, it's a been a murder scene
'Cause when I walked out, they had blood on that money
I'm talkin' somethin' beyond the sky, what I'm gon' aim for (yeah)
Pull up on the side, let that thing blow
Tryna heal my pain with that drank, fuck around and take my soul
Four wheel drive, swerving in the rain like it can't snow (yeah)
Pray a hundred mill' come and all this fame go
Soon as you changed on me, you turn to ash like charcoal
Lose feelings through the night, I'm startin' to think my heart broke
Know they givin' up, see they switchin' up, everythin' gettin' old
Caught 'em breakin' in, known to kick doors, we ain't never picked codes
Kicked in, slimey, oh, now my wrist froze
She runnin' down, I looked up, she gone, I don't know where she go
Cemetary lifestyle, I'm making sure the casket closed
40 on me right now, I step on that bitch on my own
Clear the scene, time to leave, leave it, oh overload
Could barely breathe, get off me, too much lean, time to go
They gon' count me in anyway, the fuck you tryna tie me for?
The RT wait, I dubbed the eight, now I be brighter than
Red B.B. belt 'cause I'm a bloody stepper
Self-made artist leave a stain on whoever (leave a stain)
I'm starting to think I should just go on
We ain't been getting no better
Tell me a lie, I blow the brains out the reverend (I will blow blow his brains, yea)
Inside my cup must be the Devil (yeah)
'Cause the demon always come out me all a sudden (all of a sudden)
Inside the bank, it's a been a murder scene (murder, yea)
'Cause when I walked out, they had blood on that money (oh, no, no, no)
Soon as you changed on me, you turn to ash-like charcoal
Lose feelings through the night, I'm startin' to think my heart broke
Know they givin' up, see they switchin' up, everything getting old
Caught 'em breakin' in, known to kick doors, we ain't never picked codes
Kicked in, slimey, oh, now my wrist froze
She runnin' down, I looked up, she gone, I don't know where she go
Cemetary lifestyle, I'm making sure the casket closed
40 on me right now, I step on that bitch on my own
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Writer(s): Writer Unknown, Kentrell Gaulden
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