GRAVEYARD SHIFT

Stop scuffing the fucking J's J's in the pit I'ma rage til they busted Gang make ya graveyard shift through a function Bass shake ya brain hear the bang and they duckin Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it I got a bag independent and they don't know the deal I got some scabs that I'm picking that I don't wanna heal I got some scars that I'm keeping just to show that it's real This narcissism and depression I don't know how to feel Now I'm not playin to win I aim to burn it all down I got a flame in the spliff And now I'm blazing the town And I'm not shaken a bit My fakers hating the sound Because my drive is burnin' bridges with those ain't in my crowd I think I noticed they don't like the way I'm moving now Told me everybody dies, I told em better prove it then If you ask me for a loan, I guess that you're my student then And you cannot write survival guides for how I'm schooling them Motherfuckers losers and they always acting weird Paid a couple people's rent and then they disappear Never trust nobody with the money Who ain't never make no money Cause not everybody as real as they appear So pour another beer in my cup We got the money to spend Mix everclear and the mosh, I'm about to body a friend Now take the fears that you got and blow em out of the pan Because today we lose our lives and then we do it again I'm rocking J's in the pit I'ma rage til they busted Gang make ya graveyard shift through a function Bass shake ya brain hear the bang and they duckin Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it Ay Pitbulls in the front you can hear em barking Green beams on a Glock make his crib a target What's up in that Louie bag? I got it off the market Cut the drugs up with a blade get a face carving Opps Still Broke Them niggas starving In a field I'm a general They say "sergeant" Make his bitch choke It's alarming Fucking in this bitch deep I put my whole arm in Finna make me break you I'ma harm him Leave his body with the insects like larva I like growing weed I'm a farmer Long Throat, she got good brain like Harvard We stackin paper like its books I turn his bitch into a crook How many bricks you gotta cook I up a glick and now he shook If that's yo ho boy, then good luck I put my dick in don't give a fuck She pull my pants and then she suck A dirty pistol what I snuck J's in the pit I'ma rage til they busted Gang make ya graveyard shift through a function Bass shake ya brain hear the bang and they duckin Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it J's in the pit I'ma rage til they busted Gang make ya graveyard shift through a function Bass shake ya brain hear the bang and they duckin Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it