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Grave

7

Hip-Hop/Rap

Grave was released on December 9, 2021 by R.E.A.L Music as a part of the album Grave - Single

Song Details

AlbumGrave - Single

Release DateDecember 9, 2021

LabelR.E.A.L Music

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM75

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Z. Lewis

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Zachariah Distefano-Peek

Zachariah Distefano-Peek

Composer

Giouri Leonov

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Trae Tuohy

Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

prod.lewnwv

Producer

Lyrics

I know when I die, they gon lie on my grave

Tell them mans that our lives were the same

Fake posts on the gram wit the hearts all breaking

I hope dat cappin go and find them fame

I hope dat mandem go and eye my dame

Cuz she know who real and who cried my name

And u know the deal if u assigned my gang

Keep ya eyes on bank dont lemme die in vain

Slay that pocket while I blaze dem zoot

Then go re like im asap rocky

Spray that rocket if u say so dude

I know you aint get grotty u aint raise that dotty

N I aint shoot once, I dont fake for a hobby

But if I did shoot? I wouldnt bait that body

So how can u trust that these man know me

When I'm gone when they acting, just playing somebody

Fact is most would be better on corrie than the booth

I know youts really paying that ossie

Thats a big stretch when they steppin tryna say we suit

Dont approve of ya hugo bossie

And many just smile in my face but in private they slate

I aint fooled man I knew they oppy

Snakes a plenty tryna shake me empty

But I placed my sentries in my fendy pockets

For the defence stop it wit the pretence I aint even leave yet

N I can feel em pretend

Tryna say they been friend, never even seen dem

Sayin man like zee lewis they dunkno I been zed

Famalam I seen thru it it dont even depend

On eyes being open, asleep I still peep that they lie for the focus

A dream, im hakeem, mvp, im the og

The champ, man ali, thats a sweep man they bogus

Kos when I touch that mic,

Yeah lord forgive me if I shot that white

Yeah course im gifted I dont block that light

So when my form rescinded they gon flock like flies

Im the storm, they kicks dont ever cross my line

So they course keep shifting, it dont cross my mind

Aint a thought I gift em, I stay disinclined

They'll be taught when im gone like im mr.White

I know when I die, they gon lie on my grave

Tell them mans that our lives were the same

Fake posts on the gram wit the hearts all breaking

I hope dat cappin go and find them fame

I hope dat mandem go and eye my dame

Cuz she know who real and who cried my name

And u know the deal if u assigned my gang

Keep ya eyes on bank dont lemme die in vain

Cut em off

This mind been so cluttered up

These nights keep me running up thoughts

I know they want what this brudda got

I cant find any ones I trust

On my ones outside in the gutter lost

If I make it they gonna come

I know they faking the love for the fame and the money

True colours I cut em off

Cut em off

This mind been so cluttered up

These nights keep me running up thoughts

I know they want what this brudda got

I cant find any ones I trust

On my ones outside in the gutter lost

If I make it they gonna come

I know they faking the love for the fame and the money

True colours I cut em off

I dont ask who what when where why

I dont need answers, team fulla starters

N I dont needa co sign brand on mine

I aint on that broke guy standard time

Demon timing, preed every recent break out

N I dont see a man I like

Speak in riddles to these doe eyed soundboy

Think shotting arms jus a jab by pfizer

Block out the chatter and nonsense brudda

They living for the gas like a bunsen bunna

Used to get beat by the bottle

Now they use me for a model like im fronting sommer

Its still dont speak 2 me when I come in

Im still gon need dem fees till im done in

Im really gon leave ya gyaldem in love when

I score top bins consistent like hullit

I been clocking them snakes in my lawn

Soon come wit the blade like michonne

They aint got brains so they fake for the feed

Go n say that we bros but they wasting the sweet talk

I been ducking them wastes on the calls

They jus want me for the green like eco

They aint got fame but they speak like ceelo

Made weak thats skinny genes like emos

Slick movements to get near me

But my mandem gotta produce like rick rubin

Stick wit no losers I bet on my team

N we all going pluto like uzi and future

Yeah... Signs

Them lot been showing me signs

Them lot wanna take my shine off me

I aint pick up man I dead that line

Cut em off

This mind been so cluttered up

These nights keep me running up thoughts

I know they want what this brudda got

I cant find any ones I trust

On my ones outside in the gutter lost

If I make it they gonna come

I know they faking the love for the fame and the money

True colours I cut em off

Cut em off

This mind been so cluttered up

These nights keep me running up thoughts

I know they want what this brudda got

I cant find any ones I trust

On my ones outside in the gutter lost

If I make it they gonna come

I know they faking the love for the fame and the money

True colours I cut em off

I know when I die, they gon lie on my grave

Tell them mans that our lives were the same

Fake posts on the gram wit the hearts all breaking

I hope dat cappin go and find them fame

I hope dat mandem go and eye my dame

Cuz she know who real and who cried my name

And u know the deal if u assigned my gang

Keep ya eyes on bank dont lemme die in vain

Written by: Giouri Leonov, Zachariah Distefano-Peek

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