Don't Touch My Grave Video (MV)

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Please don't touch my grave
Daddy told my aunty that she was a slave (woah, aye)
Rollie on my wrist just like the other day
Snitching on yo niggas makes you hella brave
Uhh
Please don't touch my grave
Daddy told my aunty that she was a slave (woah, aye)
Rollie on my wrist just like the other day
Snitching on yo niggas makes you hella brave
Uhh

Please don't touch my grave (my grave)
Daddy prolly told your brother that he was a slave (a slave)
Daddy prolly had a rollie on the other day (the day)
Snitching on yo daddy doesn't make you f*cking brave
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Followed you faithfully
But found that you had no faith in me
Well these hoes is make believe
I had a Raf in me
But these hoes don't get my empathy
My soul is so empty
Got no necessities
Hate is apart of my recipe
That makes the success in me
That be the best of me
Please do not tell me no R.I.P
Weren't there for the R.I.D.E
Ain't no R.S.V.P
For the niggas that riding out
They see what I'm writing now
Look at you signing out
All of these gems that I'm mining out
They see how I'm grinding now
Rocking designer now
You can't see me in recliner now
They see that I'm finer now
Don't think I'm finding out
Bout all this shit that they whining bout

I don't like to lose unless it's to my savior
This ain't attitude this is just behavior
I let my nuts hang please let's see who's braver
Don't f*ck with you cons unless you Shabazz Napier

Uhh
Please don't touch my grave
Daddy told my aunty that she was a slave (woah, aye)
Rollie on my wrist just like the other day
Snitching on yo niggas makes you hella brave
Uhh
Please don't touch my grave
Daddy told my aunty that she was a slave (woah, aye)
Rollie on my wrist just like the other day
Snitching on yo niggas makes you hella brave
Uhh

I died for that bankroll
I died for all you niggas that say that I say so
I grind for all my niggas that's lacking in pesos
No time for all these bitches no time for these fake hoes

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Man a nigga just wanna be heard
A few bands in pocket
They come out like rockets
Ain't that shit a little absurd
They see how I'm rocking
These shots I be blocking
Your bucket ain't even deserved
They see ice on my neck
And Pateks on my wrist
So they know that my shit is preserved
Don't come to my funeral
You ain't support me
Your seat isn't even reserved
I know I'm the best
Boy I don't need a test
That'll tell me that I am the worst
This shit is a marathon
It ain't a race
So do not tell me that you were first
They talk like they crazy
While sipping that lazy
That's putting them all in a hearse

I died for that bankroll
I died for all you niggas that say that I say so
I grind for all my niggas that's lacking in pesos
No time for all these bitches no time for these fake hoes

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