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j. embi - my tombstone كلمات الأغنية

(verse one)
y’all ain’t ready for this one
hit with the fist but i’m rippin’ this sh_t like kemper with his mum
i’m gettin paper, you b_tches get none
i get paper for hittin this blunt, you get some nonexistent
probably the problem is i’m not existin’
off a list of medication with a head that’s baked and
got a lotta sh_t loose in my head, it’s crazed
i’m dead and weight, i guess that you could say that i’ve had better days
but if you wanna talk about a devil, take your breathe away
my head’s impatient, every single screw is on the edge of placement
seven days in registration, hatin’ every second, wait i’m
on the edge of death and wakin’ up at night to shed the snakeskin
different place and different time, and different night to end the dayshift
will my patience be awarded, will it fade away and ache and if i try to find a way to take a blade to end the pain will it have meant a f_ckin message?
will it throw it all away, and will it make it all the same or will it break all the terrain and make the motherf_ckers want to read engravings on my grave?

(hook)
put it on my tombstone, and put it on my face
put it on my will, will you tell it at the place
where i live, where i die, tell ’em that i ain’t afraid
motherf_cker
put a lot of effort in this rap sh_t
you minus breathin’ equals nothing, that’s subtraction
get more cash than a motherf_ckin catfish who asks for your address then shows up with magnums

(verse two)
me and my crew smoked 8 gs
turned around first ave
got another motherf_ckin’ daydream
everybody ready all the way, seems
for what? i don’t know but we still waiting
not a lot it possible, improbable the thing seems
high as the fly with the ganja at they t__th
they think it’s a game, but they ain’t in the story mode
these stupid motherf_ckers still in the tutorial
white little pr_ck with the glasses on his face, still break into cars, was a reverse_oreo
lots a bad habits in ’em, lots a bad f_ggots with em
lots a ash scattered on his desk with that ‘baccy scent
my only pride in life was that i was a f_ckin accident
my passion was irrational, the class would laugh when passed with them
they act like i was ass when i was passable, still ass a bit
ill as a kid, and now i’m getting older so that’s half as sick, yeah

(hook)
put all that sh_t on my grave
put it on my tombstone, and put it on my face
put it on my will, will you tell it at the place
where i live, where i die
tell ’em that i ain’t afraid, motherf_cker
put a lot of effort in this rap sh_t
you minus breathin’ equals nothin, that’s some math sh_t
get more cash than a motherf_ckin black chick who blows on the corner for more than a half cent

(outro)
write a paragraph on my motherf_ckin’ casket
tell ’em where i’m at, tell ’em that i want a classic
imagine a platter with trophies on top but i’m not cause it makes me a motherf_ckin’ savage

put that sh_t on my tombstone and my motherf_ckin casket

- j embi

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