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Yo, yo, yo
I use your face as a urinal, then do the same at your funeral
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
This one here for the executives, fuck you and all your relatives
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, nigga, behave
Nigga, behave, nigga, behave
Us niggas, we can't behave
We mobbed on the pave, got treated like slaves
Young niggas treated like slaves
This the moment I've been waiting for
This why I moved to Cali, stepped outside and got shaded for
Told momma, "Bitch, get back in the door"
I've been comin' up and down, a nigga can't take no more
Kamikaze over commas
Benjamins, dividends stuffed in my jeans, I can't fit in
Poppin' pills since droppin' Ritalins
Pop a penicillin, nigga, you gotta get with it
My, my, my, my, look at little Scotty now
The same fuckers used to doubt
All preachin' that they proud
I pull my zipper down and whip it out
Piss in your grave, piss in your grave
Turn this up, teacher
Play this in the third grade, in the third grade
Can't hide from the truth
Now, we 'bout to go ape, we 'bout to go ape
These streets is not safe
These niggas ain't playin', these niggas ain't playin', huh?
These niggas ain't playin'
This for my fam, this for the fam, do this for the fam
Hop out of the Lamb', hop onto the 'Gram
What the fuck was you sayin'?
Piss in your grave, piss in your grave, piss in your grave
I'll piss on your face
I'll piss on your bitch, I'll piss on your date, ugh
Fuck is you sayin'? Fuck is you sayin'? Fuck is you sayin'?
Me and La Flame, is you not entertained?
Huh