[Intro]
Rockin' with me
For my glime, shoot the whole clip till it empty
Cradle to the grave rockin' with me
For my blood, shoot the whole clip till it empty
Till it empty
Cuz poured the mud till it empty
Cradle to the grave rockin' with me
For my glime, shoot the whole clip till it empty
[Chorus]
Cradle to the grave rockin' with me
For my glime, shoot the whole clip till it empty
Cradle to the grave rockin' with me
For my glime, shoot the whole clip till it empty
[?] day and night, say that's when demons lurk
Cuz said he gotta kill or he'll die first
First 12 months, still it's cradle to the grave
[?] I'm thugging, mane, till my last days
[Verse 1]
Born 'lone, live 'lone, die 'lone
Hang with many men, I'll spazz with the chrome
Hang with many men, sliding off on the chrome
Then pop, I see duffle 'round the corner of the telephone
Snipers in the cut, 223's in your rearview
Yeah, the hood Basquiat, bloody paintbrush my clear view
Your hoe [?]
I made it in a closed casket, that's a clear view
Young hood dove when I fly
Murder, murder, murder, homicide
Bloody tears, blood fall from my eyes
Cradle to the grave, who down to ride?
Rockin' with me
For my glime, shoot the whole clip till it empty
Cradle to the grave rockin' with me
For my blood, shoot the whole clip till it empty
Till it empty
Cuz poured the mud till it empty
Cradle to the grave rockin' with me
For my glime, shoot the whole clip till it empty
[Chorus]
Cradle to the grave rockin' with me
For my glime, shoot the whole clip till it empty
Cradle to the grave rockin' with me
For my glime, shoot the whole clip till it empty
[?] day and night, say that's when demons lurk
Cuz said he gotta kill or he'll die first
First 12 months, still it's cradle to the grave
[?] I'm thugging, mane, till my last days
[Verse 1]
Born 'lone, live 'lone, die 'lone
Hang with many men, I'll spazz with the chrome
Hang with many men, sliding off on the chrome
Then pop, I see duffle 'round the corner of the telephone
Snipers in the cut, 223's in your rearview
Yeah, the hood Basquiat, bloody paintbrush my clear view
Your hoe [?]
I made it in a closed casket, that's a clear view
Young hood dove when I fly
Murder, murder, murder, homicide
Bloody tears, blood fall from my eyes
Cradle to the grave, who down to ride?
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