Till the Grave Video (MV)

R O T N bitch you got it right
Me and VENM in the club and we starting fights
Amir sound like an album called the carter 5
You'd better f*ckin' run if you see Freddy late at night
Back up on my bullshit
Do it one take yea ya boy been a full clip
Runnin' outta time
Got this money on my mind
I can't even go outside
F*ckin' virus on the rise
Charlie made a Covid-19 type beat
Email that shit to the White House
I hope that shit leak
Freddy please put the blade away I'm trying to write a verse
Then he chopped my f*ckin' head off put it back on backwards

Yea dis ROTN WORLDWIDE all this shit is our turf
Everybody wanna riot
If you don't? absurd
We just tying to leave you f*ckboys feelin' butt-hurt
I be smoking on the gas till my f*ckin' lungs hurt
If you trying to get away
And go insane
And put yo leaders all away
Inside a grave
They finna put my ass away
For what I say
But I don't really give a f*ck
Until the grave
Until the grave, bitch

Oh snap, we should cancel 2020
Break up in the bank, blow the safe and throw some twenty's
I been out of quarantine, y'all gone have to get me
ROTN we been ready, spreading like we're deadly like a
Virus, come on out and try us
Know that we're the flyest that's on the no-fly list
Ali at his highest and Amir got suppliers
Freddy point a samurai sword right at Your Highness
Y'all should back it up, 'cause you still don't know where I've been
I'm about to go dumb, shit, I'm 'bout to go Biden
Y'all should call me Trump, 'cause I think my fever rising
I don't give a f*ck, turn you all to fertilizer

Yea dis ROTN WORLDWIDE all this shit is our turf
Everybody wanna riot
If you don't? absurd
We just tying to leave you f*ckboys feelin' butt-hurt
I be smoking on the gas till my f*ckin' lungs hurt
If you trying to get away
And go insane
And put yo leaders all away
Inside a grave
They finna put my ass away
For what I say
But I don't really give a f*ck
Until the grave
Until the grave, bitch

Ain't even my type a beat
I'll still put this to sleep
Soon as we enter the room you know exactly who we be
'F' double-A-V
Come together then it changes to the R O T N
Lemme go all the way insane
Everything we touch make it flames
You may not like it that's ok
Just follow me this way to your grave
Better stay two metres away
You don't want me spitting in your face
Make it easy and just obey
Or I'll have to disconnect your brain
Your still going in the ground either way, bitch
Ain't a single thing that you can say to change it
Should have had some ROTN loaded in your playlist
You might have lived to see to another f*cking day bitch

Bitch I'm two for two like this
I make a poo I do I shit
I killed your crew go through my list
I go kaboom I lose my wits
Cant make it rhyme I Google it
My fire high I'm super lit
I don't inspire I insist
I'm on the wire not the fence
I'm from the wise guys click
I never high side tricks
They admire my kicks
Only fire I spit
Mass supplier I'm it
The Apple pie is equal split
Nothing you do equals this
You bout as weak as fetus dick
Might teach ya chick to heat a brick
Or make your homie eat a fist
I serve it up like shrimp and grits
A golden eye for pistol whips
I never lie just plead the fifth
I'm always high and drinking fifths
No secret signs I'm clear as piss
Don't hurt your mind I'll leave you pissed

Yea dis ROTN WORLDWIDE all this shit is our turf
Everybody wanna riot
If you don't? absurd
We just tying to leave you f*ckboys feelin' butt-hurt
I be smoking on the gas till my f*ckin' lungs hurt
If you trying to get away
And go insane
And put yo leaders all away
Inside a grave
They finna put my ass away
For what I say
But I don't really give a f*ck
Until the grave
Until the grave, bitch