Gravedigger - BigKayBeezy

Hey, thank you all very much Damn, something smells good, mhmm Thank you all again so much That's all I can say over and again, I don't wanna become redundant But it's a beautiful place to be in this late night, to come out And have so many people hanging with ya So, see some of you tomorrow, maybe we gonna be here again And think we're gonna start a little bit earlier, earlier tomorrow So uh, if you coming down get here a little bit earlier We try and catch some of the sunset, you know Cyrus Jones, 1810 to 1913 Made his great grandchildren believe you could live to a hundred and three A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid So, Cyrus Jones live forever Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain Gravedigger Muriel Stonewall, 1903 to 1954 She lost both of her babies in the second great war Now, you should never have to watch your only children lowered the ground I mean, you should never have to bury your own babies Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain Grave digger Ring around the rosey Pocket full of posey Ashes to ashes We all fall down Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain Gravedigger Little Mikey Carson '67 to '75 He rode his bike like the devil until the day he died When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze Oh, 1940 to 1992 Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain, oh Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain I can feel the rain I can feel the rain Gravedigger Oh, when you dig my grave Could you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain Gravedigger Gravedigger

Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913 Made his great grandchildren believe You could live to a hundred and three A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid So Cyrus Jones lived forever Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain Gravedigger Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954 She lost both of her babies in the second great war Now you should never have to watch As your only children are lowered in the ground I mean, never have to bury your own babies Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain Gravedigger Ring around the rosey Pocket full of posey Ashes to ashes We all fall down Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain Gravedigger Little Mikey Carson 67 to 75 He rode his bike like the devil until the day died When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze Oh, 1940 to 1992 Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain I can feel the rain I can feel the rain Gravedigger When you dig my grave Could you make it shallow? So that I can feel the rain Gravedigger Gravedigger

I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad All you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?" I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped Actin' too tough get your bitch wrapped up I can make four blunts out a bitch like, "Huh?" I'm rollin' Backwoods, what the fuck is a dutch? And my coupe automatic like, "fuck is a clutch?" And you still rocking PacSun, boy, you a bum Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan I'm smoking broccoli, countin' up lettuce In love with the Glocky, think I got a fetish Kush in my pocket, this shit hella smelly Little Caesars my Glock, keep that bitch hot and ready Finna be summer, go pull out the shirts And go pull out the shovels and water the dirt Niggas been so-called lookin' for me 'Fore I hide from a nigga, I'm poppin' him first If you my bitch, then you gotta be pretty and with it Like, "Bae, put the Glock in your purse" Fuck up your life like some crack or a curse Got a bitch with a pipe in the back of the vert Thinking shit sweet could turn matters to worse Go from Cadillac trucks to a Cadillac hearse Act like you poppin', get popped like a Perc' Front like he got it, we rob him, that's merch Go through his wallet and all of his merch Fuck what you call it, I call it some work And I'm constantly balling like Caris LeVert I ain't fuckin' her raw even off of this Perc' Catch him in traffic, go ape and gorilla Pull up, we scorin' like Damian Lillard He said, "he ain't mean it", well, ain't he a killer? This clip make him dance like he makin' a Triller Love it so much, he just makin' it realer Was tough on the 'net, now his face in a Swisher Lil' bro a quarterback, keep throwin' bullets Hot shit in his stomach, start bakin' his liver All of my lil' niggas earthquake gang 'Cause they tryna make somethin' shake off a jigga I'm from up north, droppin' rakes with the hitter Ten licks in the field like we play for the Steelers Back in the day, I'd snooze off the drank Double cup with the gang, drop an eight in a pitcher Come on the block and we passed her around Heard you lovin' that ho and you faithfully kissin' They know my shit ringin' all through the city They speak on my name, but that's only assumptions I go by Capalot I used to post up at West off the X, lookin' ugly or somethin' Roll with some real ones, free lil' Jo and Wooski 'Cause, bitch, niggas know how my brothers was comin' Ball like I'm Ed and I'm shootin' like lil' Bid And I'm just gon' do it like Dirk when I'm stuntin' I told my shorties to empty them clips They said, "Big bro, we ain't suit up for nothin'" Shots from this pump, like lil' Ricky, he runnin' Uh, blow this four-oh like a trumpet It ain't no question my lil' bro a dog He gon' leave shit on the floor when he dumpin' Might make the news or somethin' for thinkin' shit sweet Caught a shot to the face, now he skunkin' I don't got a pencil or pen in this bookbag Added like ten to the clip 'cause it look bad Don't give a fuck if you pissed, nigga, get mad All you can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass Bitch, I'm a star, I might burst with my stiff ass Hop out the car like, "Who want it? Who with that?" I don't know nothin', I was gone when they did that Bandana wrapped where my chrome and my wig at If he want beef, hit his home with a Big Mac Niggas be breaking the code like a Kit-Kat Runnin' your mouth like a ho get you bitch-slapped