Scorey - Cradle To The Grave lyrics
[Scorey - Cradle To The Grave lyrics]
(Oh yeah, Berki is the one right here)
Uh, mhm mhm mhm, uh, to the grave
Uh, uh
Generations of pain (So much pain)
done made this lifestyle strange (Uh)
I was in the field ‘til my life got changed
('Til my life got changed) slow down
Off of them pills in a hospital dazed
Came out chasing these mills
Now my lifestyle praised (Praised)
But I cannot complain
(Uh, I can't complain) , this the
Shit a nigga prayed for (Uh
I can't complain)
This the shit that we cried
Trembling from pain for (Uh, form pain)
This the shit that we slide
Stumble through the rain for (Rain)
Letting thangs pour before touching a range 4
I’m not no role model
I come from known sorrow (Uh)
Where they unload hollows
Hitting don't do no gospel (No gospel)
We came from Remy and candles
To drinking gold bottles (Gold Bottles)
From where the devil come grab you
And get your soul swallowed
Uh, stay in my lane (In my lane) uh, uh
They gotta feel my pain, uh (My pain, uh)
I pray I never change (Change, uh)
Promise I been the same (Been the same)
From the cradle to the grave
Uh, uh (From he cradle to the grave)
Oh from the cradle to the grave, ayy (Uh)
Oh from the cradle to the–
(Grave) , oh from the cradle to the– (Uh)
Uh, uh, the cradle to the grave
Tears fallin' on top of that plot soil
(Ayy) , no matter how much you made
Won’t change that they plotting on you
Them losses charged to the game
(Gain) , so tired of dressing formal
Told you stay out the way (Formal)
The reaper came knocking for you
(Reaper came knocking for you)
So scared to see how your moms look
(Uh) , hug her tight while her arms shook
To my brothers we all we got
To the public we armed crooks
(We all we got) the good leaving us young
And the tough ones get all booked (Uh)
Get low when them shots rung
Them shooters get on foot (We got shot)
I’ma keep leaving my mark ‘til
They remember my name (Name)
In that cage where it's dark
I be steppin' the same
Told me pain and the hurt
Gon' get better with fame (Fame)
All the things that you taught went
From the cradle to motherfucking–
Uh, stay in my lane (In my lane) uh, uh
They gotta feel my pain, ayy (My pain, uh)
I pray I never change (Change, uh)
Promise I been the same (Been the same)
From the cradle to the grave
Uh, uh (From he cradle to the grave)
Oh from the cradle to the grave, ayy (Uh)
Oh from the cradle to the–
(Grave) , oh from the cradle to the– (Uh)
Uh, uh, the cradle to the grave
They givin' it up 'Cause they got shot
Man from rappin' i'm bout to get that loud
I'm watching the NBA now, nigga
The NBA, my brother, I'm coming back nice
The NBA, it's–, here I come, that's a fact
I won NBA 50 Cent was a nice ass
Rapper when he got shot
I got shot three times, I
Ain't die nigga, I'm savage, that's a fact
How that nigga, ha ha, ha
Uh, mhm mhm mhm, uh, to the grave
Uh, uh
Generations of pain (So much pain)
done made this lifestyle strange (Uh)
I was in the field ‘til my life got changed
('Til my life got changed) slow down
Off of them pills in a hospital dazed
Came out chasing these mills
Now my lifestyle praised (Praised)
But I cannot complain
(Uh, I can't complain) , this the
Shit a nigga prayed for (Uh
I can't complain)
This the shit that we cried
Trembling from pain for (Uh, form pain)
This the shit that we slide
Stumble through the rain for (Rain)
Letting thangs pour before touching a range 4
I’m not no role model
I come from known sorrow (Uh)
Where they unload hollows
Hitting don't do no gospel (No gospel)
We came from Remy and candles
To drinking gold bottles (Gold Bottles)
From where the devil come grab you
And get your soul swallowed
Uh, stay in my lane (In my lane) uh, uh
They gotta feel my pain, uh (My pain, uh)
I pray I never change (Change, uh)
Promise I been the same (Been the same)
From the cradle to the grave
Uh, uh (From he cradle to the grave)
Oh from the cradle to the grave, ayy (Uh)
Oh from the cradle to the–
(Grave) , oh from the cradle to the– (Uh)
Uh, uh, the cradle to the grave
Tears fallin' on top of that plot soil
(Ayy) , no matter how much you made
Won’t change that they plotting on you
Them losses charged to the game
(Gain) , so tired of dressing formal
Told you stay out the way (Formal)
The reaper came knocking for you
(Reaper came knocking for you)
So scared to see how your moms look
(Uh) , hug her tight while her arms shook
To my brothers we all we got
To the public we armed crooks
(We all we got) the good leaving us young
And the tough ones get all booked (Uh)
Get low when them shots rung
Them shooters get on foot (We got shot)
I’ma keep leaving my mark ‘til
They remember my name (Name)
In that cage where it's dark
I be steppin' the same
Told me pain and the hurt
Gon' get better with fame (Fame)
All the things that you taught went
From the cradle to motherfucking–
Uh, stay in my lane (In my lane) uh, uh
They gotta feel my pain, ayy (My pain, uh)
I pray I never change (Change, uh)
Promise I been the same (Been the same)
From the cradle to the grave
Uh, uh (From he cradle to the grave)
Oh from the cradle to the grave, ayy (Uh)
Oh from the cradle to the–
(Grave) , oh from the cradle to the– (Uh)
Uh, uh, the cradle to the grave
They givin' it up 'Cause they got shot
Man from rappin' i'm bout to get that loud
I'm watching the NBA now, nigga
The NBA, my brother, I'm coming back nice
The NBA, it's–, here I come, that's a fact
I won NBA 50 Cent was a nice ass
Rapper when he got shot
I got shot three times, I
Ain't die nigga, I'm savage, that's a fact
How that nigga, ha ha, ha