I bet if you were ever dealt the same cards
I'd probably see you walking through these graveyards
Don't get attached to people cuz they take off
Then speed away like Talladega race cars
Whoa
Graveyards Yo
Full of people
Big plots Bigger egos
Don't get attached to folks cuz they come and go
Six feet underground stay above it tho
I know a boy who died I know a boy who tried
I know a boy who's father killed himself before his time
Tryna to meet his son and save him from the other side
They in the same dirt in Florida laying side by side
I ain't a fan of funerals, but I visit a few graves
Even paid for one maybe two of em don't wanna to name names
Smokin to maintain cheifin then paying respect
Life is a trip and a series of small steps
Pick up your feet keep it discreet
Ain't here advertise nothing or preach
Life is a peach someone gone eat
Sooner or later the cycle repeats
Seems like I only get bad news
It's so depressing refreshing my feed
I'm in and out like it's fast food
You'd think we only came out here for beef
I gotta bone pick, why we not over shit
Knowing our souls can end up in a cobra pit
Blood in our veins, know we can both get bit
Poison it moves quick headed straight to they hearts
I'll be wit the cool kids, somewhere in these graveyards
I bet if you were ever dealt the same cards
I'd probably see you walking through these graveyards
Don't get attached to people cuz they take off
Then speed away like Talladega race cars
Whoa
Graveyards Yo
Full of people
Big plots Bigger egos
Don't get attached to folks cuz they come and go
Six feet underground stay above it tho
I stay above it though but still they wanna pull
Me back underground into a mound marigolds
Is it because I got some angels yea a pair of those
Or they just think it isn't fair we ain't comparing notes
Barely got time today no time to waste
I'm on my way so mind my space
I found a way inside a cave
Then made my bed inside my grave
Been obsessed with death since Gary died and Adam left
Reminisce on how I cried through eulogies I never prepped
Baby steps we crawling through life until the day we dead
May regret unproductive days we lazy stayed in bed
Make a dent in everything you do so they won't forget
Circumvent and always watch your moves it'll all connect
I grew up loving The Undertaker and Grave Digger
Quicker to throw a haymaker than to pray witcha
Out the frame I'll picture ya in a grave stiffer
Walking on graves the images tend to stay with ya