Cradle To The Grave

(Oh yeah, Berki is the one right here!)

Generations of pain
Done made this lifestyle strange
I was in the field ‘til my life got changed
Slow down off of them pills and the hospital days
Came out chasing these mills now my lifestyle praised
But I cannot complain, this the shit a nigga prayed for
This the shit that we cried trembling from pain for
This the shit that we slide stumble through the rain for
Letting thangs pour before touching the Range 4
I’m not no role model
I come from known sorrow
Where they unload hollows hitting don’t do no gospel
We came from Remy and candles to drinking gold bottles
From where the devil come grab you and get your soul swallowed

Stay in my lane uh uh
They gotta feel my pain uh
I pray I never change
Promise I been the same
From the cradle to the grave uh uh
Oh from the cradle to the grave uh
Oh from the cradle to the uh
Oh from the cradle to the uh uh
The cradle to the grave

Tears falling on top of that plot soil
No matter how much you made
Won’t change if they plotting on you
Them losses charged to the game
So tired of dressing formal
Told you stay out the way
The reaper came knocking for you
So scared to see how your moms look
Hug her tight while her arms shook
To my brothers we all we got
To the public we armed crooks
The good leaving us young
And the tough ones get all booked
Get low when them shots rung them shooters get on foot
I’ma keep leaving my mark ‘til they remember my name
In that cage where its dark I be stepping the same
Told me pain and the hurt gon get better with fame
All the things that you toting from the cradle to motherfucking…

Stay in my lane uh uh
They gotta feel my pain uh
I pray I never change
Promise I been the same
From the cradle to the grave uh uh
Oh from the cradle to the grave uh
Oh from the cradle to the uh
Oh from the cradle to the uh uh
The cradle to the grave