graveyard or the pen - quincey white lyrics
[chorus]
ya headed to the graveyard or the pen
ya knocking at deaths doorstep let me in
boy the way u livin’ u wont be here much longer
livin’ life on that corna
ya headed to the graveyard or the pen
are you gon die with yo rag in yo pocket & yo pistol in yo hand?
ya headed to the graveyard or the pen
[verse 1]
mama tell me chill, son slow down cause this sh-t is gettin real
i dont want ya locked up for life or gettin k!lled
u could give a f-ck when ya really in the feild
pistol in my pocket while im out here sellin dope
just to feed my daughter homie i would sell ya soap
this the life of me but i got dreams of gettin on
bro i got a million dolla scheme if u aint know
we aint just a gang this my family, these my homies
if i cant do it by myself theyll do it 4 me
the devil on my back, angel a up on my hat
right here where we hangin man this sh-t can really brack
if the enemies come we gon lay em down
we got more sh-lls if they double back around
homicide coming round my city asking questions
man them pigs dumb if they think that im confessing
[chorus]
ya headed to the graveyard or the pen
ya knocking at deaths doorstep let me in
boy the way u livin’ u wont be here much longer
livin’ life on that corna
ya headed to the graveyard or the pen
are you gon die with yo rag in yo pocket & yo pistol in yo hand?
ya headed to the graveyard or the pen
[verse 2]
aint too many options that i got, a tombstone on my plot
or 3 hots & a cot either way im bound to rot
cause most of homies done already died or dying inside
staring at the clock wishing the time can rewind
serving sentences long as they doc numbers
can take us off the streets but u cant take the streets from us
suffering from post traumatic stress like a vietnam vet
aint no silencing this violence its like isis in my set
aint no waving no white flags they red or blue
no matter how much they preach the truth is youll never see a truce
just the color of our laces, white walls on my daytons
on my 64 impala f-ck a rari keep it gangsta
i cant leave the block a anchor tied on to my ankle
i cheat on every b-tch i got but to these streets im faithful
i done seen it all death dont scare me the ogs been tryna tell me
[chorus]
ya headed to the graveyard or the pen
ya knocking at deaths doorstep let me in
boy the way u livin’ u wont be here much longer
livin’ life on that corna
ya headed to the graveyard or the pen
are you gon die with yo rag in yo pocket & yo pistol in yo hand?
ya headed to the graveyard or the pen
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