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letra de graveyard - nickoe

[intro]
mmm, mm
i’ma let this xanax talk

[chorus]
sometimes i let this xanax talk for me
i just be spitting bars
we gon’ hit they block at least 2 times a week, they call us “spin boys”
i cannot quit the drank, can’t quit the lean, mixed it with xans bars
i’ve been talking to the demons
smoking zaza in the graveyard
riding ’round in the graveyard
i ain’t got my flip phone, i’m going crazy
it’s f-ck them n-ggas, ‘less them n-ggas paying me
hoe gon’ need a plan b, and plan a was getting close to me
i’m tryna stay lowkey, ’cause i know they gon’ do the most for me

[verse 1]
i’m just tryna live, ain’t tryna die like all the opps doing
n-gga can’t get close to mе, i still ain’t got no war wounds
all them n-ggas get touched likе i got hands all over the place
all them n-ggas gettin’ touched up
send ’em
headshots, i gotta fade it
i like to get my hand dirty too
i gotta have a piece
at first, i was just chilling, playing it cool, but they ain’t want the peace
on to the next subject
life still goes on
i don’t like this next subject
lot of my dawgs gone
lot of sh-t went all wrong, got get back still don’t feel even
2 for 1 that’s how we play it
i hate them n-ggas still breathing
i’m just tryna live, i ain’t tryna die like all the opps doing
i’m just tryna stash the pape’ just like i saw my pops doing
[chorus]
sometimes i let this xanax talk for me
i just be spitting bars
we gon’ hit they block at least 2 times a week, they call us “spin boys”
i cannot quit the drank, can’t quit the lean, mixed it with xans bars
i’ve been talking to the demons
smoking zaza in the graveyard
riding ’round in the graveyard
and i got my flip phone, i’m going crazy
it’s f-ck them n-ggas, ‘less them n-ggas paying me
hoe gon’ need a plan b, and plan a was getting close to me
i’m tryna stay lowkey, ’cause i know they go’n do the most for me

[verse 2]
double cup, i keep some drank with me
my n-gga ain’t with me no more
i don’t really f-ck with them no more, ’cause they wasn’t ‘round to help me grow
this sh-t for us, that’s how i see it
if i go, we go
like if i make it, then we make it
what with all the hatred?
like what with all the faking?
what up with all that slimy sh-t?
these n-ggas must slimed out none of your opps, but you see what slimy get
this sh-t getting crazy in my city i’m ’bout to vacate
i ain’t running from sh-t i’m tryna clear my mind and let this cake bake
i’m coming with it everytime
i got ’em screaming “mayday”
i got ’em screaming “hold up, black boy ain’t with none of that play play”
i don’t care ’bout nothing they say say
that switch it’ll go like spray spray
he fosho getting that belt to ass
hope he pop out on his birthday
[chorus]
sometimes i let this xanax talk for me
i just be spitting bars
we gon’ hit they block at least 2 times a week, they call us “spin boys”
i cannot quit the drank, can’t quit the lean, mixed it with xans bars
i’ve been talking to the demons
smoking zaza in the graveyard
riding ’round in the graveyard
and i got my flip phone, i’m going crazy
it’s f-ck them n-ggas, ‘less them n-ggas paying me
hoe gon’ need a plan b, and plan a was getting close to me
i’m tryna stay lowkey, ’cause i know they go’n do the most for me

[outro]
i’ve been talking to the demons
smoking zaza in the graveyard
riding ’round in the graveyard

- nickoe

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