Jessie G - Until I'm Buried Lyrics

I guarantee this shit ain't built for the weak
Most people cover up their ears when i start speaking my peace
I rolled up two and burned em both before i started my speech
The nicest guy you'll ever meet but i keep one in my reach
Don't ever try to play me dawg i practice just what i preach
The f*ck you mean that you a rapper
You ain't even on beat
Yo don't get mad at me for calling out some shit that i see
I got a lot of f*cking haters and cant wait til we meet
See i got plenty different seasonings to flavor yo beef
So make sure that you think about it before you aim it at me
I know these wanabes could never take a flame from the heat
See I'm a wolf without the pack and yal just following sheep
It's like my
Temper shorter than the barrel on my snub nose and
I stand for homies that are closer than my blood bro and
Even tho i get personal man yal must know it
That dirty dirty hit dirty 30 we up tho and
A starving artist in the game needs more than record sales
As long as you stay open minded then you'll never fail
You strive in life to keep on moving
You forever will
Unless you're smoking on some shit that hit like Benadryl
I stuff as much as i can inside of a raw cone then
I burn them back to back and if i don't i start Jonesing
I give my bitch the dick she want until she start moaning
These rappers some beef then bring the meat and leave the bone in
I got word from Jesus please do not release the omen
Cuz once i start its hard for me to stop, I do not know when
My momma say if you say it then back it up and own it
Cuz everyone on this f*cking planet is yo opponent
Rappers
All they
Do is
Talk
Please don't
Make me
Grab the
Chalk
Stuff the
Bodies
In the
Vault
Tell the
Feds I
Never
Saw
Say what you want I'll catch a bullet for this
Don't judge me like an old lady when see me walking my pit
Just send the invoices over then we can get to it quick
Unless you moving like someone that don't got passion and quits
They want a
A prodigy that came from working I'm a prime example
I could put the rap game in an urn and leave it on my mantle
Get you some money buy some real estate and not a phantom
What you see yo favorite rapper doing always ain't the answer
The hell yo head at
Like why you buying all yo homies hell cats
Knowing they got kids without a job that's where they need their help at
Dedicated to a set of streets that always kept him held back
He can't even leave the f*cking crib because all he do is sell pack
See when I die and they keep listening that's legendary
Even if my streams don't make enough to pay the mortuary
All this f*cking weight on my shoulders I swear it's hard to carry
If it don't kill me it'll make me stronger until I'm buried
Yeah
That's what my momma told me
Until I'm buried