[feat. Sam Cooke]

Welcome to the graveyard

Where everybody like to
Pray: allahu akbar
You scared to say "god? "

They call me game
Because I play hard
So get your helmets and

Your face guards
I spit holy water, let's have
A face off: nicholas cage

They say the boy is off the
Chain like two pits in a
Cage

Your girl say my flow the
Bomb like I swallow
Grenades

Respect the rules up in this
%#@! so you gotta get paid
Or you gotta get spayed

Like windex with them
Twin techs
I'll raid on top of insects.

^!$$%s die $#&@in they
Family
Oh, where I'm from they

Call that "incest"
Open the bible, good book
Serves it's purpose for

Shook crooks
Heavenly father, I think we
In heaven, be a good look

Sing the hook:

In this heartless world that

I live in
I have learned that I can't
Depend on love

It hasn't made me a saint
So I'm a take it all with
Me to the graveyard


The cemetery ain't as new
As the saint it look

They bury ministers there
Right next to straight
Crooks

And nas told ^!$$%s they
Was shooting and they'd
Look

^!$$%s rhyme about
Banging, getting whooped
On facebook

Now put that on your wall,
I put that on the wall
I shot-call and brawl

Quicker than jon wall
I'm killing these ^!$$%s,
Bought everything last

Year
And wasn't feeling these
^!$$%s. I mean I was numb

Last year
Wasn't feeling you ^!$$%s.
Came back

To sell a few more mil on
You ^!$$%s
Toast! I'm in the phantom,

Nah ^!$$% I ain't scared of
No ghost
Cause all the dead rapper's

Albums are selling the
Most


Some say the 3rd verse
Puts ^!$$%s in a hearse
Since I was born jay, guess
I'm the gift & the curse
Lot of bloods out here, but

^!$$% I did it first
Still blood out here that's
Why I'm up in the church
Still repenting for my sins,
But not all the way

Cause I just rode up in the
Benz and handed homie
The k
What he gon do with it?
Probably run up on your

Crew with it
That's what I call rap beef,
Luckily I'm through with it
Now I just lean back, '72
With it

Sell it to a ^!$$% down
South, he act a fool with it
Back to them haters and
The stool-pigeons
You're too busy tryna
Judge us stars, but how

Are you living?