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Graveyard
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Graveyard został wydany 29 października 2022 przez TheePariah Prod. jako część albumu Graveyard - Single
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Data wydania29 października 2022
WytwórniaTheePariah Prod.
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM72

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darius Plowden
Darius Plowden
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Okay okay okay okay okay
Yeah you know it's me
Mr money bags bitch
All these **** wanna talk about how they spittin' game
But them **** I just talked to just said the same thing
Y'all ain't really on no boss shit , couple square lames
Y'all ain't in the power circle, in the same lane
I just put it up with God and I swear he playin' favorites
Everything I touch, turn to gold like I prayed for
Keepin shit a buck, dog, you know you gotta pay more
Hundred thousand plus damn my pocket like a graveyard
Open up the bank, I got a hundred dead
Bank teller sayin', boy, you dumb as shit
Every time you roll in ', gotta call the feds
Gotta lock it down so we can roll it in
Sayin', how you find a bag to carry all this here
Every time you back, the bag is bigger still
I gotta know the deal, hot as fuck but frozen still
My ice is cold as hell, pressure got these **** sweatin
Like they just popped a pill, I bossed up
Used to ride around on city transit, now I'm smokin' out the lot
Yeah, them hoes love how I handle, ain't my show, but it's my channel
Loverboy, flannel on him, you can see the branding
Pariah, I'ma stand on it like thee who wants the smoke can get the damage
You can say it's handmade, tell these **** really who they daddy is
Bossed up, biggplow, you can understand it, catch you lackin
Then I take your girl, no ransom, I just need a second
Yeah, boy, you know it's me, haters gettin' mad
All the ladies wanna go with me, I'm smooth and I'm bad, bruh
Call me Michael Jackson, but please don't call me back
If you went broke after you had it, I skipped lunch because I had to
Now I'm back for seconds, half that shit I'm not impressed with
I did all of that with less shit, maybe y'all ain't get the message
Don't care about that flexin' shit, every day I'm rich from my investments
You can tell that they just talk about how they spittin' game
But them **** I just talked to, they said the same thing
Y'all ain't really on no boss shit, couple square lanes
Yall ain't in a power circle, in the same lane
I just put it up with God, and I swear he playin' favorites
Everything I touch turn to gold, like I pray for
Keepin' shit a buck, dawg, you know you gotta pay more
Hundred thousand plus, damn, my pocket like a graveyard
Pockets like a graveyard, lookin' like a cemetery
All my friends are dead, but I read no obituaries
Life without regrets, I'm the beneficiary
And I write the checks, I just made deposits
Now I'm comin' to collect, yeah, somethin' like your church
On Sunday, I need 10%, yeah, tell me was it worth it, baby
Fuckin' with them ****, I don't think it's worth it
If you're runnin' back to me, yeah, I just put the work in
Now they hardly can't compete, with me,
fill the bank with commas
Cause my karma bein' sweet to me, got money on my mind
Couple hundred on my sneakers, ****, yeah, I'm on that time
My watch told me don't speak to ****, yeah, I did that crime
I murder every beat I get on, tellin' me I'm fire
I don't even got the heaters on
If you're in denial, tell them **** they gon' see it soon
If you're in denial, tell them **** they gon' see the truth
Baby, I'm the livin' proof, haters, they just talk
Yeah, they said the same thing, y'all ain't really on no boss shit
In the power circle or in the same lane
I just put it up with God and I swear he playin' favorites
Everything I touch turn to gold like I pray
Keepin' shit a buck, know you gotta pay more
hundred thousand plus, pockets like a graveyard
Pockets like a graveyard
Written by: Darius Plowden
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