[Intro: June Tabor & OT the Real]
Oh graveyard, oh graveyard
I'm walking through the graveyard
Lay this body down
Uh, it’s up
Y'all supposed to let sleeping dogs lie
Y'all fucked around and woke the pits up
Everything standard
It’s on you
[Chorus: OT the Real]
You can hear the work shaking in the box like Mike & Ike's
Every time I write, it's like a Mike Tyson fight (Boom)
Shooters keep they faces covered like a ISIS wife
Used to sell that Reggie, Bob Barker, if the price was right (Price was right)
Welcome to the darkness, I don't like the light
Less my smoker gets a pipe, I strike to make the white ignite
Home invasion, murder, they just gave my boy life plus life (Life plus life)
[Verse 1: OT the Real & T.F.]
I just fronted like a half out, then I did the math out
Met the plug in a halfway house and then we maxed out (We maxed out)
Prices got nicer, met bikers, put glass out
Came a long way from the ankle bracelet on my dad's couch (Pops, what up?)
Bro, that man's dead, he ain't passed out (Huh)
I can tell 'cause his chest ain’t moving (Chest ain’t moving)
I got new work once I peeped the rest ain't moving (Rest ain’t moving)
On parole, I met a smoker and the next day moved in ('Preciate you)
Block booming, no more wishing on a star
When the law come, they hesitate to get up out the car (Fuck out of here)
Dude just pulled a four gram dipper out a jar
Mint leaves with formaldehyde, he get it off the tar (He got a light)
This is drug music, I prescribe the pain plan
Watch, judge giving out letters, playing hangman (Hangman)
I just smack the powder, got LeBron James hands (Got LeBron James hands, uh, OT)
[Verse 2: T.F. & Benny the Butcher]
Niggas crazy, do anything for the paper
Bare face home invasion, use zip ties for bracelets
Duct tape fucked up his lips, the nigga had braces
Shot him in both his knees in case the nigga was dangerous (Bah, bah)
Wasn't no pointing fingers, smooth getaway (Skrrt)
Disassembled all the pistols then we threw them shits away (Then we threw them shits away)
We call them house parties, we don't come to kid and play
Had his pistol cauliflower your ear like MMA
I know I’m hellbound, but fuck it, I still gon' sit and pray
Forgive me, I'm lone up, I gotta survive the day
The weak links get weeded out, that's just day-to-day (Day-to-day)
This survival of the fittest and you niggas soft as kittens and poodles
But keep a tool, you ain't the only nigga with screws loose
That's what they told me 'fore they gave me that deuce-deuce
Uh, I'm back to bagging up the rocks, they big as Froot Loops
Plugged up the blender and we hit it with two scoops, confetti
[Verse 3: Benny the Butcher]
Y'all guns jam 'cause y'all got cheap-ass weapons
To get a brick, I'ma need your last three addresses
If you ever heard I can stretch, it won't be athletics
Take a hint, we Mercedes owners and keypad pressers
I play the night shift, why would I be somewhere snoring?
Bought a trampoline from a fiend at like three in the morning
That was random, but I'm paying triple that for hammers
I got a block and stomped on it like I'm catching tantrums (Butcher's coming, nigga)
Yeah, there's rumors in the streets, but I ain't clearing 'em, nah (I ain't clearing shit)
The hood don't crown kings, they try to bury 'em, ah
Brick, I bought it from the plug, I don't want it
I was cool, I gave that food back like it had a hair in it (Uh)
Bottle girl shape, I only might fuck twice
Loaded gun and narcotics, that's strike plus strike
I got two loads back, that's white plus ice
And when I put it on the streets, that's life plus life (It's Butch)
[Chorus: OT the Real]
You can hear the work shaking in the box like Mike & Ike's
Every time I write, it's like a Mike Tyson fight (Boom)
Shooters keep they faces covered like a ISIS wife
Used to sell that Reggie, Bob Barker, if the price was right (Price was right)
Welcome to the darkness, I don't like the light
Less my smoker gets a pipe, I strike to make the white ignite
Home invasion, murder, they just gave my boy life plus life (Life plus life)
