(Out The Grave)

Duration

3:49

Genres

Spoken Word/Perf. Poetry

Description

Lyrics

Lyrics to the song (out the grave) by Point One Off the Album Single Written By Justin D. Myers Jango and Datpiff.com --track intro-- “This sounds lyke one of them Jeezy beats----- This aint one of them jeezy beats--- Overdose 2 this productions----- A shout out for my boy--- We gotta eat We starving around this mother fucka—“ --verse 1--- “we aint never gonna have peace I stress in my dreams Of murders and stabbings Now Anything can happen as its coming at me This worlds a war zone Being innocent will get you tooken ‘Shooken left touched Traumatized, tormented and bruise-in I woke up in a night sweat From looking down a loaded barrel Grabbed the pistol beneath my pillow Soggy thru under apparel Figured where I was Hit the blunt, She said(dady what happened?) Told her lay down’s A flash back a old street actions, Try to stay calm---- Then my pulsate Elevates A look stays cold Through a pimps face Same place,. Same tyme Other day’s with different people My homies are no amigos our enemys, are equals the ones that are there to sneak you the same that’ll come to feed you tuck you in when your sleepy then leave you, no longer breathing, you sexless, raceless, nameless son of a bitch--- it’s a shame that the thought of death demise to you appeasing— S’why I sleep with one eye open Out spoken, Rarely joking , They ask me,--- why im so serious Don’t speak, They should be knowing----- I answer lyfes dangerous Every seconds of an essence One minute your hear” “[dubb- It can only get better]” “The next you wake up dead---“ --verse 2— “My teacher told me when a little nigga Was in school---- If your gonna be a G, Then be the best you knew----- And I was!!!------- I was locked up for the part of my 20’s That really mattered , 18 to19 Were both cloudy So im a try n figure out How to get to where I need too And I pre to god daily To ask him— Where I should drive too----- Pac died when he was 25 I got released at twunty foe He left the world a legacy But all I got is time to show This music shits in my blood Besides my family, my only Love Im just try n get to where I hear The introduction of Point One As a juvenile ---- I was in the booth, Out institutions’ Grow up sell-in drugs----- With these whores prostituting Got the background of a rapper With the style of an artist But when other niggas push-in demo’s I was getting cuffed turned convict- I got A pinky ring in jail But its made out of a hair tie— I w’-air it on me dayly So these fuck niggas ill realize Pimpins going strong In the state Im born and raised in Half my brothers either dead Or got sent to the fed pen, Im a pretty nigga Give a fuck about a hooka player Any way dat I can get it Im a keep it coming killer Grew up in the game Stack-in money off lames Cutt-in saw mill paper Of a track star dames I was in it for the happiness I don’t need fame As long as im in this part My pretty whores Be ok-------“ --verse 3— ---outro--- “Be the best you can nigga- (Laugh) Be the best you can bitch- (Tears) Shit gon’ make me cry my nig Forreal— Huh_ only if these niggaz knew S’nigga sheden a tear right now (Laugh) I Love my Life!!!! Thank you god-----!!! Now that’s that real shit my nigga!! Now that’s that real shit ! — (Laugh’s)---Yeah----(Laugh’s) Get it(ughhh--------) (Laugh) (ughh)-------- Overdose 2 this productions” ----End----