IN MY GRAVE
Uh huh
I had to get up off the grid so you can appreciate me more
I got tired of going back-and-forth on what you hate me for
It is what it is
None of that BS gone fill up the fridge
Gritting for all my unborn kids
Uh
No shortcuts and no cheats
You wonder why I'm trying to be at the top?
They threw me underneath
I pour pain on these beats
The propane make good heat
I do good deeds, don't speak
My blessings come increased
Celebrate when I'm deceased
Please don't wake up the beast
I had to learn to behave yeah
And please don't think shit sweet
That won't get you saved yeah
You can tell your little boss that I'm too brave to be his slave yeah
I'm out to get paid yeah
Rich while in my grave yeah
Tupac, Snoop, and Drake uh
This flow Taylor Made yeah
And ain't no need to fuss
They not like that, they not like us uh
I can really get you touched
Play with E Rush, and you'll get rushed uh
Have them boys pop you, orange Fanta
Matter fact, you can get crushed uh
Telling them broke boys hush uh
I don't have time to elaborate
And Eli won't collaborate
If it ain't bout to make him a bag today
Hustling Sunday through Saturday
Making them bands play patty-cake
Was suffering when my friends chose to go there and I went that-a-way
Damn, moving onto whoever rejected me
Every time I try to help somebody out they just go take something thats left from me
And the time I'm on and the way I work, man to catch up you need an extra three
And I'm climbing up every little step I see
Ain't no credit for being a better me
Uh
No shortcuts and no cheats
You wonder why I'm trying to be at the top?
They threw me underneath
I pour pain on these beats
The propane make good heat
I do good deeds, don't speak
My blessings come increased
Celebrate when I'm deceased
Please don't wake up the beast
I had to learn to behave yeah
And please don't think shit sweet
That won't get you saved yeah
You can tell your little boss that I'm too brave to be his slave yeah
I'm out to get paid yeah
Rich while in my grave yeah
Uh huh
OK, let's get this right
Said he'll pick it up when it's morning
I sent him a big Kelly Price
I got people bugging my head, but thank God I cannot get lice
One thing I don't do is gamble with life
So don't talk crap, we won't throw dice
Middle finger before I salute
Be a bazooka if I have to shoot
I got a method like Redman
If I gotta smoke you then I'll be snoop
You ain't a gangster you just in a group
You ain't a shotta even if you shooting
I seen so many wear Nikes with they blicks and just won't do it uh
Time so fast I need a extra day
Work so hard I need an extra safe
Stack the food and bring the extra plates
Yeah, I know they want to see me low
Man, that's why I'm getting high today
Ain't a time I didn't find a way
Thanking God every step I take
Okay
Uh
No shortcuts and no cheats
You wonder why I'm trying to be at the top?
They threw me underneath
I pour pain on these beats
The propane make good heat
I do good deeds, don't speak
My blessings come increased
Celebrate when I'm deceased
Please don't wake up the beast
I had to learn to behave yeah
And please don't think shit sweet
That won't get you saved yeah
You can tell your little boss that I'm too brave to be his slave yeah
I'm out to get paid yeah
Rich while in my grave yeah
I had to get up off the grid so you can appreciate me more
I got tired of going back-and-forth on what you hate me for
It is what it is
None of that BS gone fill up the fridge
Gritting for all my unborn kids
Uh
No shortcuts and no cheats
You wonder why I'm trying to be at the top?
They threw me underneath
I pour pain on these beats
The propane make good heat
I do good deeds, don't speak
My blessings come increased
Celebrate when I'm deceased
Please don't wake up the beast
I had to learn to behave yeah
And please don't think shit sweet
That won't get you saved yeah
You can tell your little boss that I'm too brave to be his slave yeah
I'm out to get paid yeah
Rich while in my grave yeah
Tupac, Snoop, and Drake uh
This flow Taylor Made yeah
And ain't no need to fuss
They not like that, they not like us uh
I can really get you touched
Play with E Rush, and you'll get rushed uh
Have them boys pop you, orange Fanta
Matter fact, you can get crushed uh
Telling them broke boys hush uh
I don't have time to elaborate
And Eli won't collaborate
If it ain't bout to make him a bag today
Hustling Sunday through Saturday
Making them bands play patty-cake
Was suffering when my friends chose to go there and I went that-a-way
Damn, moving onto whoever rejected me
Every time I try to help somebody out they just go take something thats left from me
And the time I'm on and the way I work, man to catch up you need an extra three
And I'm climbing up every little step I see
Ain't no credit for being a better me
Uh
No shortcuts and no cheats
You wonder why I'm trying to be at the top?
They threw me underneath
I pour pain on these beats
The propane make good heat
I do good deeds, don't speak
My blessings come increased
Celebrate when I'm deceased
Please don't wake up the beast
I had to learn to behave yeah
And please don't think shit sweet
That won't get you saved yeah
You can tell your little boss that I'm too brave to be his slave yeah
I'm out to get paid yeah
Rich while in my grave yeah
Uh huh
OK, let's get this right
Said he'll pick it up when it's morning
I sent him a big Kelly Price
I got people bugging my head, but thank God I cannot get lice
One thing I don't do is gamble with life
So don't talk crap, we won't throw dice
Middle finger before I salute
Be a bazooka if I have to shoot
I got a method like Redman
If I gotta smoke you then I'll be snoop
You ain't a gangster you just in a group
You ain't a shotta even if you shooting
I seen so many wear Nikes with they blicks and just won't do it uh
Time so fast I need a extra day
Work so hard I need an extra safe
Stack the food and bring the extra plates
Yeah, I know they want to see me low
Man, that's why I'm getting high today
Ain't a time I didn't find a way
Thanking God every step I take
Okay
Uh
No shortcuts and no cheats
You wonder why I'm trying to be at the top?
They threw me underneath
I pour pain on these beats
The propane make good heat
I do good deeds, don't speak
My blessings come increased
Celebrate when I'm deceased
Please don't wake up the beast
I had to learn to behave yeah
And please don't think shit sweet
That won't get you saved yeah
You can tell your little boss that I'm too brave to be his slave yeah
I'm out to get paid yeah
Rich while in my grave yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Rushin
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