Grave

Put this shit on my grave
I did some things, I’ma take that shit to the grave
All this pain in the air got me feeling grave
Put a flame in the air when I’m feeling grave
And smoke something nigga
Flowers on my grandma’s grave, you know I miss ya
Flowers on my uncle’s grave, wish I was with ya
I guess I’ll be on my way until I see you again, until our reunion
I smoke something nigga
Raised in a broken home, from the school of hard knocks
Papa was a rolling stone, mama was a hard rock
We don’t call cops where I’m from
Ain’t nobody got stocks but it’s plenty with bonds
I done seen plenty of guns, got my first piece before I got my first piece
Better safe than sorry on these cursed streets
And I’ve been having conversations with the holy father
Yeah I know getting rich is hard but being broke is harder
The same mindstate as Weezy when he wrote Tha Carter
I Miss My Dawgs
I miss my bitch but she say I can’t keep it in my draws
And no, I can’t rewind
The eyes are the window, you can see the pain in mine
Yeah you can see the sorrow in my gaze
On these days, I just blaze
Sing that stupid song but the rain won’t go away
But I will stay strong, you can put that on my grave
Put this shit on my grave
I did some things, I’ma take that shit to the grave
All this pain in the air got me feeling grave
Put a flame in the air when I’m feeling grave
And smoke something nigga
Flowers on my grandma’s grave, you know I miss ya
Flowers on my uncle’s grave, wish I was with ya
I guess I’ll be on my way until I see you again, until our reunion
I smoke something nigga