From My Grave

I've been real since the beginning That's why I can give a f*ck about who feel me And when I leave this earth behind Make sure they know my name Just please keep a fake nigga away from my grave Away from my, away from my I wonder if bro cry his self to sleep in the cell Thankin God the judge ain't smoking em he ducked a L PTSD taking over me, can't reconcile I've been trying to get control over it for a while I still get shakes, pray to God he help me heal And I can still get a nigga stepped on like a heel Flashbacks of the dope aroma gave me chills Blitz would let me borrow one of his hammers when shit got real Please God don't let me die before I get to live Can I leave a legacy before you take me away from here Keep my baby boy as pure as you can I wish you could never see how evil this world is I've been real since the beginning That's why I can give a f*ck about who feel me And when I leave this earth behind Make sure they know my name Just please keep a fake nigga away from my grave Away from my, away from my Grave