My Own Grave

My mama told me that I wasn't shit, as an adolescent And people that was bigger than me, I had a weapon Lord knows that I'm going to hell, despite the blessings Even though I never kiss and tell, she up and left it I was foul mouth from the go I never learned how to talk That bad blood stained all on my clothes Just another thing I blame on God I ain't worth the breath you gon' waste I ain't worth the promises we broke And I don't care how long it takes Just as long everybody still know I spent my whole life prayin' to a bottle That won't give me the time of day I done said my peace, ride me off to the preacher I'll be fine digging my own grave And you can take my bloody veins 'Til there's nothing left you can take I'ma single breath left in a dead man's hand And I'm playing by my own stakes (yeah) I ain't afraid of what nobody can do to me 'Cause I'm killing myself to live To say I'm gonna get mine, that ain't news to me 'Cause mine's exactly what I'll get I've put my time in, I've been walking the line Singin' to the heaven's, while I'm dancing in hell Could never find me a partner, so I grab me a bottle And I do a little dance with myself Turns out, I found me a couple other wild motherfuckers Been kicking up dust on the same trail That you can't tell nothin' 'Cause we come from a place where people struggle to eat We playing for keeps, I don't gamble with my time I budget because it ain't cheap And when I'm gone, y'all wanna see how I spend it Then bitch you can check the receipts I spent my whole life prayin' to a bottle That won't give me the time of day I done said my peace, ride me off to the preacher I'll be fine digging my own grave And you can take my bloody veins 'Til there's nothing left you can take I'ma single breath left in a dead man's hand And I'm playing by my own stakes (yeah) I still had it in me to care or try hard 'Cause I've been all in but the payoff ain't there in my cards If I quit then I'm a quitter, its tearing me apart It's like I'm trapped behind this rappin' No wonder they call them bars My mind is like a rabid pack of dogs when the beat is on I could rip your whole catalog apart with a single song I might go scorched earth on every one of y'all, for I call it quits Put it all on the table like, "Here read 'em and weep bitch!" None of y'all gangster's, none of y'all selling nothing Got guns in your video? Cool, save me a shell at something 'Cause nothing could ever be authentic, if y'all in it Make me dig a fucking trench and put you all in it I spent my whole life prayin' to a bottle That won't give me the time of day I done said my peace, ride me off to the preacher I'll be fine digging my own grave And you can take my bloody veins 'Til there's nothing left you can take I'ma single breath left in a dead man's hand And I'm playing by my own stakes (yeah)