Cradle 2 Da Grave

[Hook x2] We ain't got a worry in our head Whatever beef we had already dead We running shit, that's right, that's what I said And it's official from the cradle to the grave like [Verse 1] Apartment, it's coming out of Austin I'm on my way to home on a private charter from Boston Niggas already talking, these bitches already stalking I bigger the jack is coming, I'm balling so I'm a target I got that 911 if you want it, bring out your coffin These niggas gon get you twisted and floating like you're a dolphin And they ain't got no other or better shit on the market All you niggas selling garbage Go put that shit in the toilet and flush it You know why they don't school from you no more cause they don't trust it You had some loyal customers but now they all disgusted I pop up out of nowhere with that fire like surprise When you see me in the club, me and my niggas looking fly like [Hook x2] [Verse 2] I'm out here in the thuggin, don't worry me for nothing Say you don't believe in God today you gon' believe in something My niggas in there with me, they buckets twisting to be famous They searchers at the door but we still in here with them bangers Security can't control us, can't hold us, they can't contain us A couple had to quit cause they said this shit was too dangerous I'm a while dope and I smoke like a Californian And I don't want your hoe but I fucked her cause I was on it Dope won't sell itself shit, it don't need no advertisement They running back and forth I got these bitches exercising Bought shit from over seas, they say it's 'ganistan And I got that flavor everybody want, it's [?] [Hook x2]