Wet Graves

(album: Lamborghini In The Rain Pain - 2023)

[Pain:]
I've been talking to a wet grave
On my own like I'm slowly going insane
Look down as it starts to rain
Can a homeless ever find home?
I guess I'ma find that out on my own

Yeah, yeah
Right now I'm sitting in the studio, I'm close to crying again
So many eyes I had to look into and lie to them (And lie)
Out of one thousand people, can't even trust five of them
And when I really think about it, can't even trust your friends
I'm medicated, medication's stronger than the pills you'll take
'Cause I see dead bodies every time I try to rest my face
Still, I'm out there on my own
I'd win 'em all if they'd start giving out awards for doing it with no support
Glizzy in my shorts
If He's the one who took him from me, I'm at war with God
Devil on my shoulder and his behavior is rubbing off
I just want to even the score

[Vory:]
Ayy, I leave you two options, you can get it back in blood
Or you can get it back in love
Get it while it's still your turn, I'm like Usher, let it burn, ayy
I'm like Usher, let it burn (Burn, burn, burn)
Posted on the block without a clue or two
Opps still want me dead, but it's too hard to do
Trapping in the rain, I did it all for you
Nina on my side, I'm making it safely to my son
My hitter can't sleep until he get the job done
Fair warning to them niggas fucking with the wrong one, yeah
Fair warning to them niggas fucking with the wrong one, yeah
I was stacking them blocks to keep them hot, to keep it hot
One bullet in the chamber, one in the hand and one in the Glock
And knowing if I get pissed, I close my eyes and bodies drop (Drop, drop, drop, drop, ayy)
This a fair warning
You know what you wanted
Give you what you wanted, like this a fair warning
Nigga, this a fair warning
(This a fair warning)
(You know what you wanted)
(Give you what you wanted, like this a fair warning)
(Nigga, this a fair warning)

[Pain:]
Oh, you must've heard about us
How they dropped one of us and how we got it back in blood, ah (Ah)
I can tell he was a slug by the way shot his foot
And he still ran 'bout a mile up, yeah
Oo-oh, oo-oh, oo-oh, oo-oh, oo-oh
That's what happens when you run your mouth
He wanted to top us so we put his top down, oo-oh