Cradle 2 Grave Lyrics

I hear em talkin

But ain't nothing said

They checkin for me

But I'm worried bout bread

Throw shots on gram

But mine thrown to the head

They don't wana fight

So I guess that shit dead

It's plenty rapping

But Who getting paid?

Go to the club

And your song don't get played

Got on a cape

But what did you save?

My shot been thorough

From cradle to grave

Ain't got no time to

Be saving you face

You ain't with the gang

Then that ass get replaced

Yea I be speeding

But this ain't a chase

Nice 1 finish last

So just stay in your place

They thought it was over

But Vibez is a soldier

You already know

I'm on yo case

Ain't no avenging

This the end game

Tryna compare baby we not the same

You drop a comment

I drop the location

I'm in the attic

You still in the basement

I think these hoes must have me confused

If they think I care what they wear or

They drinkin

I'ma keep runnin up the Ben franklins

It ain't bout the Audemar or patek

My shit on my chest like I got

On a vest

It ain't about smoking We banking

This is lifestyle we live ain't no fakin

Said the world is ours

Its here for the taking

Call us MGM

All the money we making

Pass out and

Wake up then

It's back to the slanging

Must be the one

Cause I'm caught in the matrix

Been Ballin like Jordan

Back in Ninety-Six

You know I swish

With the flick of the wrist my shit dynamic

Too legit to quit

My name in rooms

That I never been in

I'm like candy man

Just u say it again

I could care less bout

What she did to him just know that I'm In position to win

Ain't no one else in my category

I own the copyright to my story

Its gon be talkin

They did that before me the he say she say

My nigga ignore it

I hear em talkin

But ain't nothing said

They checkin for me

But I'm worried bout bread

Throw shots on gram

But mine thrown to the head

They don't wana fight no way

So the shit dead