I gonna take it to the grave
I gonna run this rap game
I gonna make you feel the pain
It’s hip-hop and it ain’t gonna be the same

I gonna take it to the grave
I gonna run this rap game
I gonna make you feel the pain
It’s hip-hop and it ain’t gonna be the same

Black chucks, black gloves, stolen with different plates
I’m the bomb like an ace, blowing up your face
Blowing on that fucking haze, none of this is new to me
Nine Lives, motherfucker, been about the jewelry
All day at the rays, working on my game
Far from a fucking lain-back seat game brain
My screws ain’t loose, homie, listen, they missing
The clock’s steady ticking, winding while I’m grinding
Kind of cloudy in the outy, sitting on some new wheels
Got a bottle of that bottle of prescribed pills
Pounding on that brown liquor, trying not to lose it
I ain’t the type to flash the pistol unless I’ma use it
Forty-right laws of power brushing through my memory
All this hate around me giving me the energy
I don’t sleep, I take naps, money bring power
Gotta get this dough and I ain’t talking about the flour

I gonna take it to the grave
I gonna run this rap game
I gonna make you feel the pain
It’s hip-hop and it ain’t gonna be the same

See me in traffic, maybe we can smoke a blunt
While Malcolm’s in the middle, you can find me in the font
You can learn a thing or two, I’m giving out lessons
The Truth, motherfucker, got answers to questions
Same year my father died, my choices was limited
Don’t try to put my sneakers on unless you can fit in them
Running out of options, there ain’t nothing I could ask for
You ain’t flying ‘til you got stamps on your passport
I ain’t no photographer, you’ll never catch me flash
I’m playing on Jason without the motherfucking mask
Real funny how these squeakers sucking on that glass dick
Ain’t nobody faithful, bitch, black talk, paperclips
Keep digging, little hamster punk bitch rat cats
But speak when you’re spoken to, maybe I might no answer
I drive-by and quiet down on the fucking noise
Respect your elders, I ain’t playing with you boy

I gonna take it to the grave
I gonna run this rap game
I gonna make you feel the pain
It’s hip-hop and it ain’t gonna be the same

All my life been alone, I don’t need no damn help
Shadow box, the one they talking all about, my damn wealth
California king, kush grow, ride this fucking dick
Money in a Swiss bank, jewels in a fish tank
Got a problem with me, I’ma shoot it through your fucking polo
I’m a bird, call me Dodo, I’ma paint the perfect photo
I’ma keep the density, go while I’m creeping through the night
Cops come around, I’ma shake them like I’m shooting dice
Trunks stay open, like a snake, watch it rattle
I’m too much to handle, go to church, burn a candle
Must be like a little milk, the way these kids crying
I can see through it they teeth, the way these kids lying
The Truth got night-vision, all he sees is fucking green-ass shit
Pop off like the tactic, ‘cause a scene
I fucked her in the black room, black hair, red cool
Came to turn Hollywood into Cancun, yeah

I gonna take it to the grave
I gonna run this rap game
I gonna make you feel the pain
It’s hip-hop and it ain’t gonna be the same

I gonna take it to the grave
I gonna run this rap game
I gonna make you feel the pain
It’s hip-hop and it ain’t gonna be the same




Lyrics submitted by MusicFREAK20

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