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Grave Maker Never Be Like You

nintey-nine ways To meet your maker, dare the devil and i bet you be brave It's just a phase Like in puberty at school to be crazed I got the classroom

They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first? Being black is kinda like

A  lui (Every step you take, every breath you take, every move you make) Seul face A  lui (You can't escape fate, Allah be the maker, bow down to your

you can't be too pretentious Verbs and Grits just had to mention. Lemme hear you say it! Whoa, whoa,whoa, whoa, yeah! Scream it! Shout it! You better

` like a bad force of habit not dramatic traumatic - got me turning in my sleep pencil pushin` putos, motherfuck critiques no defeat, compete, never sleep n` never will and just like

Certified street soldier So close to the grave, You at an early age, Can't tell you the price I've paid Chorus: Oh the sky overhead, Is like a canvas

wrath I sing sounds of math on behalf of the Gods and the Earths, birthplace in space You be fuckin with my turf when you be fuckin with my race Now face, your maker

Certified street soldier So close to the grave, You at an early age, Can't tell you the price I've paid Chorus: Oh the sky overhead, Is like a canvas

start They could push their reps quicker, kill a well known nigga And if you say you're going to kill me, should I blast you first? Being black is kinda like