Grave Digger

I just

Skip to my Lou

I hit the no look

They didn’t know that we

Wrote the notebook

Up late, unfadeable

And we focused

Sit at the crib and

Watch the dough cook

Talking crisco in a seasoned bitch

I’m Lennie Briscoe in a Lincoln

It’s no law and order in this system

Couple suspects, couple victims

It’s survival in the jungle

When these vultures come to hunt you

You can't stutter step or stumble

Ain’t no mercy rule or uncle

Blunt punchin

Got me fighting for me life

Pop the chop

Caught right between the eyes

Just a stump

But it’s a spicy lil guy

Roll up 1 he roll up 2

We holding 5

We been out with the blood hounds

And rain makers

Past late and we came

For these unpaid favors

See the look on your face

I hope you stay bitter

Ima leave right where you lay

Call me the grave digger

Call me the grave digger

Ima leave right where you lay

Call me the grave digger

See the look on your face

I hope you stay bitter

Ima leave right where you lay

Call me the grave digger

They thought they hit us

Prolly missed em

They prolly fucked around

N fucked up ur whole system

I know my fist didn’t miss em

I know I blew a kiss

N sent him off to god

I ain’t no bishop

Ain’t no Christian

Ancestors

Raven recognition

Never miss uh face

Never miss a mission

U like to talk

U like pidgeon

Squabbled up

I got my hoodie

Mister mischief

Told em put that shit writing

Or I’ll piss it

Piss off

I’m feelin great

I did my dishes

I smoked a blunt

Up in my crib

I think I fixed it

It needed smoke

That’s when all this fuckin shit hit

Burn a bridge and then we

Cross em off the hit list

Not gon let you get the chance

To have the privilege

Bodies floating

Like a salmon in the river

Ran into the wolves

Now you camping with the fishes

Switch faces

When I’m standing at a distance

Lay em in the cooler

Or we stand em in the fridges

Land back got me

Dancing in the village

With my aunties and uncles

All these savage lookin injuns

You think they fuckin wanna see u fuckin stuck (yup)

U think it’s regular

Babyboy good luck

I’m high

Eagles eyes

Everybody sus

Gon head stoke the fire

Everybody suck

Not gonna speak on nothin

Everybody hush

We keep the injun punchin

Fighting for my stuff

I don’t like the man

Portugal is love

Put my ski mask on

I’m vibing in the cut

Blunt punchin

Got me fighting for me life

Pop the chop

Caught right between the eyes

Just a stump

But it’s a spicy lil guy

Roll up 1 he roll up 2

We holding 5

We been out with the blood hounds

And rain makers

Past late and we came

For these unpaid favors

See the look on your face

I hope you stay bitter

Ima leave right where you lay

Call me the grave digger

Call me the grave digger

Ima leave right where you lay

Call me the grave digger

See the look on your face

I hope you stay bitter

Ima leave right where you lay

Call me the grave digger