Grave Yard Lyrics - Hood Morning - Game

[Verse 1 - Game] 

Welcome to the graveyard 

Where everybody like to pray: Allahu Akbar 

You scared to say "God?" They call me Game because I play hard 

So get your helmets and your face guards 

I spit holy water, lets have a Face Off: Nicholas Cage 

They say the boy is off the chain like two Pits in a cage 

Your girl say my flow the bomb like I swallow grenades 

Respect the rules up in this shit so you gotta get paid 

Or you gotta get spayed like Windex with them twin Techs 

I'll Raid on top of insects. Niggas die fuckin they family 

Oh, where I'm from they call that "incest" 

Open the Bible, good book serves its purpose for shook crooks 

Heavenly Father, I think we in Heaven, be a good look 

Sing the hook: 

[Hook] 

In this heartless world that I live in 

I have learned that I can't depend on love 

It hasn't made me a Saint 

So I'mma take it all with me to the graveyard 

[Verse 2 - Game] 

The cemetery ain't as new as the saint it look 

They bury ministers there right next to straight crooks 

And Nas told niggas they was shooting and they'd look 

Niggas rhyme about banging, getting whooped on Facebook 

Now put that on your wall, I put that on the wall 

I shot-call and brawl quicker than Jon Wall 

I'm killing these niggas, bought everything last year 

And wasn't feeling these niggas. I mean I was numb last year 

Wasn't feeling you niggas. Came back 

To sell a few more mil on you niggas 

Toast! I'm in the Phantom, nah nigga I ain't scared of no ghost 

Cause all the dead rapper's albums are selling the most 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3 - Game] 

Some say the 3rd verse puts niggas in a hearse 

Since I was born Jay, guess I'm the Gift & The Curse 

Lot of Bloods out here, but nigga I did it first 

Still blood out here that's why I'm up in the church 

Still repenting for my sins, but not all the way 

Cause I just rode up in the Benz and handed homie the K 

What he gon do with it? Probably run up on your crew with it 

That's what I call rap beef, luckily I'm through with it 

Now I just lean back, '72 with it 

Sell it to a nigga down South, he act a fool with it 

Back to them haters and the stool-pigeons 

You're too busy tryna judge us stars, but how are you living? 

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