OG Twelve & Lino - Grave Yard

Really aint nothin' promised but the graveyard
Sittin up the road on a federal or state charge
Makin moves in these streets you gotta think smart
Now I'm up, I'm on top and I thank God
Aint nothin' promised but the graveyard
Sittin up the road on a federal or state charge
Makin moves in these streets you gotta think smart
Now I'm up, I'm on top and I thank God

I thank God for his blessings and the position I'm in
Took so many losses, I knew I was destined to win
From where niggas'll sell they soul to sit in a Benz
Just a couple years ago I was sittin' in the pen
Plead out the 10, them crackers could've gave me life
Paid for a sentence reduction, gave half of it back
Momma baby boy, she try to raise me right
Caught up in that street life, I seen some crazy nights
From the block where niggas slang white, blast on sight
Stay strapped, jack boys got they mask on tight
What you pay for the bricks, might can match that price
Skating round wit' sticks, put ya ass on ice (Ah)
Thinking he Gretzky
Been gettin' paper, so I'm strapped wit that led in case these niggas ever test me
Tax evasion, I learned that from Wesley
I'm a king you pawns, is just another chess piece

Really aint nothin' promised but the graveyard
Sittin up the road on a federal or state charge
Makin moves in these streets you gotta think smart
Now I'm up, I'm on top and I thank God
Aint nothin' promised but the graveyard
Sittin up the road on a federal or state charge
Makin moves in these streets you gotta think smart

Now I'm up, I'm on top and I thank God
I'm from a place where a gram of soft more than gold
You stick your feet in that water, they'll bite off ya toes
They used to hang us on the line like some wet clothes
Had me drinking' cough syrup like I had a chest cold
He really just wanted pussy and a fast car
Got jammed and started pointin' fingers like a bad call
You took the stand, now ya fam gotta live with that
It's funny how the biggest tough guys can turn into rats
Permanent smiles from my kids is my motivation
Teach my sons to be kings over several nations
The meek will inherit the earth so I'm dream chasin
My hustle so strong they gone feel it for generations
Without a reasonable doubt, in my lifetime
I laid the blue print, for hustlers with a like mind
Whether you witness Jehovah or pray to Jesus Christ
We all get the same thing before the afterlife (The graveyard)

Really aint nothin' promised but the graveyard
Sittin up the road on a federal or state charge
Makin moves in these streets you gotta think smart
Now I'm up, I'm on top and I thank God
Aint nothin' promised but the graveyard
Sittin up the road on a federal or state charge
Makin moves in these streets you gotta think smart
Now I'm up, I'm on top and I thank God

Money rules the world
Fuck niggas think that we hustle for
Fuck niggas think that we hustle for
We hustle for
Money rules the world
Fuck niggas think that we hustle for
Fuck niggas think that we hustle for
We hustle for

Written by:
Desmond Graham, Tavarius West

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