GRAVE DIGGA

Black sheep
Been always pushing by my lonely
A wolf in sheep's skin bet I'm hungry for some phonies
I got bitches who is down for me
I ain't talking chromies
Auto tune rappers stick to nagging with your cronies
Vultures pecking at my skin like bitch go and get your own
Y'all niggas claiming clout then fuck it I guess I'm Al Capone
King of this underground
One call and then you gone
Get curved by Kevin Kazi like he gonna make your song
Grave digga
Leave a hole for your punk ass
Niggas yes man in group chats but then like who that
This whole scene softened every nigga wanna cry and shit
In the same song say they got extendo fucking clips
50 for a verse?
Aw man just forget about it
Not really bout your word
Word is bond
Headshots like James Bond
Y'all don't rap no more y'all steady singing songs
I know I say this all the time but damn you niggas clones
I'm Peter Parker in room full of Ben Reilly’s
Shinigami in a room full of Shinigami’s
Tommy Ice in a room full of Tommy Icee’s
Yall look at these niggas and say “that's who imma be”
Round here hmm
That's what I call a wanna be
I can say straight up no nigga who is blunt as me
Y'all can say I rap like this or rap like that
Pin a tail on it
You a one trick pony
You a one trick pony
You a one trick pony
You a one trick pony
I got grave spots open for you crook tooth phonies