TO THE GRAVE FREESTYLE ft. Arias, Gee Reg & MG Ghost Lyrics

I know Demi Lovato, the flow is on auto, I'm leadin' they follow

Niggas is painful, no inflammation, got a jersey shorty, call it situation

Threw me to the wolves, this what God created, cradle to the grave

Now I'm DMXin, I'm just flippin' on them like I'm BMXin

I'm just hittin' niggas like a Houston Texan, every day I get it

But they keep sweatin, I'm a army to a helpless few pedestrians

Goin' long on her, but you last a second, said to kick it with her like I'm playin' Tekken

But they crossin' on me like the intersection, if you speakin' down

That's at your discretion, now I'm poppin' on them like a Smith & Wesson

Big steppin, stackin' up, playin' Tetris, too sick with it

In the flow, infectious, this beat dead, take the sloppy seconds

Run it up, tap back to my fight phase

Light shine on a rock on a bright day

Stone cold killer, don't care what you might say

Switch blade, gonna go ghost on the right grave

Six feet, yeah, you gotta dig deep

Pile up the bones till they grovel at your feet

Gonna own the night with the fight of a thief

That wolf's gonna kill on a hill filled with sheep, yeah

Run it back, no slack, I'm a nightmare

Strike fast, bear fangs, I don't fight fair

When the moon's out, I'm a beast in the night air

Light tears can't save you with the right prayer

Stay right there because I said so

Not enough fingers to count the death, though

For wings like Red Bull, I reap the best souls

Mark of the beast, so mark your headstone

Uh, takin' that boy to the grave

And I'm throwin' this shit up to this shit like a ring

Uh, screamin' that shit, murder gang

Shit is M.G. and that shit gonna bang

Hoppin' with choppers, that big gonna spray

Hoppin' with shite, put that B on the pray

He talkin' on me and that boy got a day

Been goin' ghost and that chopper don't play

Uh, hearin' that shot, it go pow

Swing real foodies, them bitches, I come down

Uh, bullets start flyin, get down

Layin' off shots and that bitch don't rock sound

Uh, got little boy screamin' please

Uh, put a little bitch on her knees

Uh, load up the Glock in his teeth

Pull out that chopper, I'm lettin' it squeeze

Uh, shit, shit, shit, shit

Uh, shit, shit, uh, shit

City lit, city lit, city lit

Uh, shit, uh, shit, uh, uh, shit

To the motherfuckin' grave, to the grave

We gonna spray, we gonna spray

Every day, every day

Every motherfuckin' day

Wait, wait

Oh, oh

I'm too drunk

I'm too lit, lit, lit

I'm the shit

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh