Cemetery Lifestyle

(Louie Bandz made another one)

(Dubba-AA flexing)

(Ayo, that's Dre)

Red B.B. belt 'cause I'm a bloody stepper

Self-made artist leave a stain on whoever

I'm starting to think I should just go

We ain't been getting no better

Tell me a lie, I blow the brains out the reverend (this is the sound)

Inside my cup must be the devil

'Cause the demon always come out me all a sudden

Inside the bank, it's a been a murder scene

'Cause when I walked out, they had blood on that money

I'm talkin' somethin' beyond the sky, what I'm gon' aim for (yeah)

Pull up on the side, let that thing blow

Tryna heal my pain with that drank, fuck around and take my soul

Four wheel drive, swerving in the rain like it can't snow (yeah)

Pray a hundred mill' come and all this fame go

Soon as you changed on me, you turn to ash like charcoal

Lose feelings through the night, I'm startin' to think my heart broke

Know they givin' up, see they switchin' up, everythin' gettin' old

Caught 'em breakin' in, known to kick doors, we ain't never picked codes

Kicked in, slimey, oh, now my wrist froze

She runnin' down, I looked up, she gone, I don't know where she go

Cemetary lifestyle, I'm making sure the casket closed

40 on me right now, I step on that bitch on my own

Clear the scene, time to leave, leave it, oh overload

Could barely breathe, get off me, too much lean, time to go

They gon' count me in anyway, the fuck you tryna tie me for?

The RT wait, I dubbed the eight, now I be brighter than

Red B.B. belt 'cause I'm a bloody stepper

Self-made artist leave a stain on whoever (leave a stain)

I'm starting to think I should just go on

We ain't been getting no better

Tell me a lie, I blow the brains out the reverend (I will blow blow his brains, yea)

Inside my cup must be the Devil (yeah)

'Cause the demon always come out me all a sudden (all of a sudden)

Inside the bank, it's a been a murder scene (murder, yea)

'Cause when I walked out, they had blood on that money (oh, no, no, no)

Soon as you changed on me, you turn to ash-like charcoal

Lose feelings through the night, I'm startin' to think my heart broke

Know they givin' up, see they switchin' up, everything getting old

Caught 'em breakin' in, known to kick doors, we ain't never picked codes

Kicked in, slimey, oh, now my wrist froze

She runnin' down, I looked up, she gone, I don't know where she go

Cemetary lifestyle, I'm making sure the casket closed

40 on me right now, I step on that bitch on my own