GRAVEYARD SHIFT

STOP SCUFFIN THE FUCKING JS!

Js in the pit, Ima rage till they busted
Gang make your graveyard shift to a function
Bass shake your brain hear the bang and they duckin
Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it

I got a bag independent and they don't know the deal
I got some scabs that I'm picking that I don't want to heal
I got some scars that I'm keeping just to show that it's real
It's narcissism and depression, I don't know how to feel

Now I'm not playing to win
I aim to burn it all down
I got a flame and a spliff
And now I'm blazin the town
And I'm not shaken a bit
By fakers hating the sound
Because my drive is burning bridges
With those ain't in my crowd

I think I noticed they don't like the way I'm moving them
Told me everybody dies, I told them better prove it then
If you ask me for a loan, I guess that you my student then
And you cannot write survival guides for how I'm schooling them

Motherfuckers losers and they always acting weird
Paid a couple people's rent and then they disappeared
Never trust nobody with your money who ain't never made no money
'Cause not everybody real as they appear

So pour another beer in my cup, we got the money to spend
Mix everclear in the mosh, I'm bout to body a friend
Now take the fears that you got, and blow them out of the pen
Because tonight we lose our lives and then we do again
I'm rockin

Js in the pit, Ima rage till they busted
Gang make your graveyard shift to a function
Bass shake your brain hear the bang and they duckin
Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it

Pitbulls in the front, you can hear em barkin
Green beams on the glock, make his crib a target
What's up in that Louis bag? I got it off the market
Cut the drugs up with a blade and get a face carvin

Opps still broke, them niggas starving
In the field, I'm a general, they say sergeant
Make his bitch choke, it's alarming
Fucking in this bitch deep, I put my whole arm in
Finna make me break you, Imma harm 'em
Leave his body with the insects like larvae
I like growing weed, Imma farmer
Long throat she got good brain like Harvard

We stacking paper like it's books
I turned his bitch into a crook
How many bricks you gotta cook?
I up the glick and now he shook
If that's your hoe boy then good luck
I pull my dick don't give a fuck
She pull my pants down and she suck
A dirty pistol what I snuck

Js in the pit, Ima rage till they busted
Gang make your graveyard shift to a function
Bass shake your brain hear the bang and they duckin
Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it

Js in the pit, Ima rage till they busted
Gang make your graveyard shift to a function
Bass shake your brain hear the bang and they duckin
Ain't feel my face in a day and I love it

AND CAM STEADY STAY STEADY BITCH!