TOMB ft. LUIS SAINT ROSE Lyrics

I prayed for abundance now it's loot until the casket

It's a new year, it's like new fruits up in the basket

I've been fantasizing bout a coupe and then a mansion

When I get a castle, my whole troupe gon' get a phantom

That's how you know that I'm back and out the tomb

Amex on me too

Backing out the rover, swing my door like a saloon

February plotting what I'm dropping out in June

Cemetery popping with the dead, what you assume

Civilization crumbling

My stomach like earthquakes rumbling

What's that, we back? Been wondering

Thundering like OKC

Back then it was no Gravey

It was me and MDKNGHT in the basement screaming, recording off MP3s

We grew apart like continental drift

Contemplating on continental breakfast

Woke up, I'm balling on them, they pissed

They see me balling up all they fists, we been too ominous

Ghouls in the hotel lobby, shit

I'm a veteran, I'll never be a hobbyist

You probably diss, it's obvious

I prayed for abundance now it's loot until the casket

It's a new year, it's like new fruits up in the basket

I've been fantasizing bout a coupe and then a mansion

When I get a castle, my whole troupe gon' get a phantom

That's how you know that I'm back and out the tomb

Amex on me too

Backing out the rover, swing my door like a saloon

February plotting what I'm dropping out in June

Cemetery popping with the dead, what you assume

I just broke out the cemetery

Tomb was colder than some Ben and some Jerry

Bend never break under pressure, I'm scary

February, what we plotting unsavoury, shit won't be sweet

Resurrected, can't accept no defeat

Celebrating with my goons in the crypt

They tried to kill us but couldn't

The coffin was wooden so you know we burned through it quick

Didn't have no shovel, six feet under rubble

Grave hearted, still got heart, help me dig

Know I'm the hardest, can't question this shit

Fuck with my dawgs, turn me Johnny like Wick

Blow out your candle, can't run from the wind

Nah, you can't run from the wind

We just broke out that cemetery

Me and Grave, be like Jason and Freddy

Krueger, pull up with the Ruger, get ready

I'm petty, we ready, we aim at medullas

Delicatessen, I skirt a Pirelli

Redirect lightning like I'm Azula

You see the crossroad, studded my crossbone

Swerving the potholes, digging up fossils

I'm an apostle, this is the gospel

Came in this bih with arugala, shooting a Ruger

I'm screaming arriba

I could've went blew it up in Aruba or Cuba

But I did neither

Pirates of the Caribbean, I float

Dead men don't speak, but a frog might croak

In the swamp I grow, and these bitches gon' know

And these bitches gon' know

I prayed for abundance now it's loot until the casket

It's a new year, it's like new fruits up in the basket

I've been fantasizing bout a coupe and then a mansion

When I get a castle my whole troupe gon' get a phantom

That's how you know that I'm back and out the tomb

Amex on me too

Backing out the rover, swing my door like a saloon

February plotting what I'm dropping out in June

Cemetery popping with the dead, what you assume