Shemon2x - Cemetary

Smiling in my face but do you feel me
I might laugh but you don't know the real me
And All my brothers yeah, they in the cemetery
And ain't no nigga yeah puttin' fear up in me
I told that bitch like do you understand?
I'm tryna make money, I'm tryna make bands
But these niggas tryna ruin my plans
In the field, tryna take my head
And on my wodie You know it's Daryl Land
And you know we sliding we ain't playing
But I'm in my thoughts
Thinking bout the times that I lost
But to lose you gotta be a boss
Pockets fat, yeah, like Rick Ross
And my brothers yeah, they pray for me
And I know that my mama really care for me
Praying for my day ones
Nigga talk slick, we up this clip with the big drum
We don't play none of that
Go get your brother back
I wish a nigga would
Nigga talking bout putting my brother in a wood
I feel like I'm misunderstood
I told baby leave me alone
I can't focus on you, I gotta be in my own zone
Up late nights I be thinking
Why my brother gone
Wanna put one in the chamber
And let that bitch blow
I apologize for my outburst
But niggas always talking bout they slide first
But they cappin', why they lying on the network
Like, I just wanna get my brother back
I just wanna tell my grandpa that I'm miss him yeah
I just wanna make it out of the trenches
I wanna just be the richest
This ain't Thanksgiving, we ain't handing out no fucking meal
Niggas always hating, thought they had a deal
Put 'em on that poster like Shaquille
Nigga, don't be playing with me
All my granny
All my dead ones in this cemetery
But I know that they still here for me
I told that bitch like do you understand?
I'm trying to make money, I'm trying to make bands
But these niggas, trying to ruin my plans
In the field, trying to take my head
And on my wodie you know it's Daryl Land
And you know we sliding we ain't playing
But I, I'm in my thoughts
Yeah, thinking about the times that I lost

Written by:
Arquise Eddings

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