My Own Grave

My mama told me that I wasn't shit, as an adolescent
And people that was bigger than me, I had a weapon
Lord knows that I'm going to hell, despite the blessings
Even though I never kiss and tell, she up and left it

I was foul mouth from the go
I never learned how to talk
That bad blood stained all on my clothes
Just another thing I blame on God

I ain't worth the breath you gon' waste
I ain't worth the promises we broke
And I don't care how long it takes
Just as long everybody still know

I spent my whole life prayin' to a bottle
That won't give me the time of day
I done said my peace, ride me off to the preacher
I'll be fine digging my own grave
And you can take my bloody veins
'Til there's nothing left you can take
I'ma single breath left in a dead man's hand
And I'm playing by my own stakes (yeah)

I ain't afraid of what nobody can do to me
'Cause I'm killing myself to live
To say I'm gonna get mine, that ain't news to me
'Cause mine's exactly what I'll get

I've put my time in, I've been walking the line
Singin' to the heaven's, while I'm dancing in hell
Could never find me a partner, so I grab me a bottle
And I do a little dance with myself

Turns out, I found me a couple other wild motherfuckers
Been kicking up dust on the same trail
That you can't tell nothin'
'Cause we come from a place where people struggle to eat

We playing for keeps, I don't gamble with my time
I budget because it ain't cheap
And when I'm gone, y'all wanna see how I spend it
Then bitch you can check the receipts

I spent my whole life prayin' to a bottle
That won't give me the time of day
I done said my peace, ride me off to the preacher
I'll be fine digging my own grave
And you can take my bloody veins
'Til there's nothing left you can take
I'ma single breath left in a dead man's hand
And I'm playing by my own stakes (yeah)

I still had it in me to care or try hard
'Cause I've been all in but the payoff ain't there in my cards
If I quit then I'm a quitter, its tearing me apart
It's like I'm trapped behind this rappin'
No wonder they call them bars

My mind is like a rabid pack of dogs when the beat is on
I could rip your whole catalog apart with a single song
I might go scorched earth on every one of y'all, for I call it quits
Put it all on the table like, "Here read 'em and weep bitch!"

None of y'all gangster's, none of y'all selling nothing
Got guns in your video? Cool, save me a shell at something
'Cause nothing could ever be authentic, if y'all in it
Make me dig a fucking trench and put you all in it

I spent my whole life prayin' to a bottle
That won't give me the time of day
I done said my peace, ride me off to the preacher
I'll be fine digging my own grave
And you can take my bloody veins
'Til there's nothing left you can take
I'ma single breath left in a dead man's hand
And I'm playing by my own stakes (yeah)