graveem1nd, Jane Remover, midwxst - GraveedUp lyrics
[graveem1nd, Jane Remover, midwxst - GraveedUp lyrics]
It's like my third try recording this shit-
I don't give a fuck though
Ohh, you know we graved up
You know we graved down
You know we graved down
Ohh, you know we graved up
You know we graved down you know we-
You said I'm in the wrong
But I think you know that I am right
Runnin' outta words
I don't know what I should fuckin' type
Lost a couple grand but made it back
I made it in one night
Actin tough up on the web
But you will never fight
Talkin' all that shit but u
Don't ever want a mention
I put you in retirement and
Give yo ass a pension
I was down bad on my ass
Now they givin' me attention
No I don't want no new friendships
I never wanted them at all
Oh, I don't care what u gon' say
9mm hit yo top and hit you in yo brain
Likе the Star Wars there's somе clones
But I ain't ever been the same
N I ain't in this for the fame
I know I'm talkin' on yo chest
200 for my new shirt
Step back u don't wanna get hurt
No grave, we put em in the dirt
He ran his mouth then he got hurt
Schemin' I feel like the Lurch
I'ma hit you wit a curse
Bought my mom designer purse
Push u where it fuckin' hurt
But I'm tellin my niggas we ridin'
We pull up with shots
I'ma shoot like confetti
I've been killin' all the beats
I been murderin' shit
I feel like my name is fuckin' Freddy
I saw an op n shit n we up n the hit
We gon' shoot aim is gon' steady
You just been bitchin' these
Niggas been plottin' on
Me but I don't think them niggas ready
Bitch, I'm like a teddy bear
Problems I don't fuckin' care
Bullets gonna cut your ear
Attack n he gon' disappear
Radical is crystal clear
I don't got no fuckin' fear
We gon' hunt him like a deer
Know the crowd ain't gonna cheer
Red dot on his head open his third eye-
(that's not my song)
That she left you for the worst guy
Yea I'm makin' bread
I'm makin' biscuit's just like Popeyes
No sides
But I'll treat you like the small fry
It's obvious I'm at the top
N reachin' new heights
It's obvious you're nothin' special
Like a blue sky there all the time
They still treat you like a new guy
N honestly it would be funny if you knew us
Me n Edgar, yea this will be our last hit
We referrin' to your music, all in past tense
You used to hit me, hit the racks
Get the cash quick
And you know I skip right past it
You said I'm in the wrong
But I think u know that I am right
Runnin' outta words
I don't know what I should fuckin' type
Lost a couple grand but made it back
I made it in one night
Actin tough up on the web
But you will never fight
I don't give a fuck though
Ohh, you know we graved up
You know we graved down
You know we graved down
Ohh, you know we graved up
You know we graved down you know we-
You said I'm in the wrong
But I think you know that I am right
Runnin' outta words
I don't know what I should fuckin' type
Lost a couple grand but made it back
I made it in one night
Actin tough up on the web
But you will never fight
Talkin' all that shit but u
Don't ever want a mention
I put you in retirement and
Give yo ass a pension
I was down bad on my ass
Now they givin' me attention
No I don't want no new friendships
I never wanted them at all
Oh, I don't care what u gon' say
9mm hit yo top and hit you in yo brain
Likе the Star Wars there's somе clones
But I ain't ever been the same
N I ain't in this for the fame
I know I'm talkin' on yo chest
200 for my new shirt
Step back u don't wanna get hurt
No grave, we put em in the dirt
He ran his mouth then he got hurt
Schemin' I feel like the Lurch
I'ma hit you wit a curse
Bought my mom designer purse
Push u where it fuckin' hurt
But I'm tellin my niggas we ridin'
We pull up with shots
I'ma shoot like confetti
I've been killin' all the beats
I been murderin' shit
I feel like my name is fuckin' Freddy
I saw an op n shit n we up n the hit
We gon' shoot aim is gon' steady
You just been bitchin' these
Niggas been plottin' on
Me but I don't think them niggas ready
Bitch, I'm like a teddy bear
Problems I don't fuckin' care
Bullets gonna cut your ear
Attack n he gon' disappear
Radical is crystal clear
I don't got no fuckin' fear
We gon' hunt him like a deer
Know the crowd ain't gonna cheer
Red dot on his head open his third eye-
(that's not my song)
That she left you for the worst guy
Yea I'm makin' bread
I'm makin' biscuit's just like Popeyes
No sides
But I'll treat you like the small fry
It's obvious I'm at the top
N reachin' new heights
It's obvious you're nothin' special
Like a blue sky there all the time
They still treat you like a new guy
N honestly it would be funny if you knew us
Me n Edgar, yea this will be our last hit
We referrin' to your music, all in past tense
You used to hit me, hit the racks
Get the cash quick
And you know I skip right past it
You said I'm in the wrong
But I think u know that I am right
Runnin' outta words
I don't know what I should fuckin' type
Lost a couple grand but made it back
I made it in one night
Actin tough up on the web
But you will never fight