Graveyard

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Bitch I look like money
I been counting up these hundreds
I'm a big old soul survivor
I had came up at that dungeon
I was punching on my opps
At 12 years old I had them knuckles
I don't wanna fight
I got a gun and you in trouble
Graveyard not a day job
This is not a shovel
This a race Car
I'm a take off like a shuttle
Strike like napalm, I erase y'all
With no trouble
Not the same dawg, tryna be like me
He just my double
Everything I do
They gone watch it and I know it
He got on a cape
Save a hoe cause he heroic
I'm a write that shit
like Edgar Allen, I'm a poet
I keep it a stack and that's a fact
I'm never folding
Ain't no family, we not blood
And we not homies
This off the muscle
I went and got it by my lonely
I cock it back I shoot this bitch
Just like I'm Jordan
Bitch I'm scoring
Throwing dirt up on my name
And now i flourish
She got earth tone skin she look like Kiesha off of belly
She a real bad bitch
And she don't act like she just met me
Bitch I love the way you look
You in the mirror getting ready
I might give you all my money
Once I feel we going steady
Think I'm capping you ain't met me
Slide on opp just like I'm Gretzky
Got a stick I bust confetti
It's a shootout he ain't ready
Euro step into a hesi
I got banks just like I'm desi
I got bank just like I'm Jeffrey
In ya dreams just like I'm Freddy
Don't you say my name
They bound to let them guns spray
Remember me from back in school
Lil nigga took his lunch tray
Bitch I am not drake
Most of 'em fake
I just need one take
High speed, f*ck the cops
Broad day, gun play
Mask on, Jason Voorhees
I need morphine
And a pound a weed
Cause I'm not tryna have that door swing
I need more cheese
Niggas rats
And I don't know a thing
Niggas bore me
I got a Glock
You can't extort me
I beat the f*ck up out that pussy boy
He can't avoid me
Acting like they bout it
That's that shit and it annoys me
They locked me out the house
I burn it down
Like f*ck a door key
He was high and mighty
Till I knocked 'em off his horsey
Bitch I look like money
I been counting up these hundreds
I'm a big old soul survivor
I had came up at that dungeon
I was punching on my opps
At 12 years old I had them knuckles
I don't wanna fight
I got a gun now you in trouble
Graveyard not a day job
This is not a shovel
This a race Car
I'm a take off like a shuttle
Strike like napalm, I erase y'all
With no trouble
Not the same dawg, tryna be like me
He just my double

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