Flowers on the Grave

Been breaking bread with my niggas

But we ain't praying

I see 'em laughing and joking

But he ain't saying shit

I think he know who just dropped him

But he ain't saying shit

He ain't saying, he ain't saying






Fired up, fired up

You won't live to see the night

See the reaper in my eyes

I'm a demon in diguise

Fired up

Bodies and remains

Flowers on the curb, flowers on the grave

You got me fucked up






Fucking with them niggas

Your momma told you stay up in the crib but you ain't listen

You gon' get fucked up

Pay attention, and play to win it boy

This ain't no
with me











And all that fucking screaming

Make it easier to find you

Swear that I'm the leader

Tell the sheep to get behind me

I don't carry heat but it's the people that's beside me

That I can't fucking speak for, if you feel the need to try me

Ain't been sleeping, you can see it in my eyes

But I've been drinking you can see it how I'm driving

I ain't been sleeping, you can see it in my eyes

But I've been drinking you can see it how I'm driving

Don't wanna be the reason that these grieving mothers crying

But I put that behind me, be careful who you trying

We don't mind the violence, we creeping tis' the season

That the blood and guts behind them

Flames and dust behind us