Grave Yard lyrics

[Verse 1 - Game]
Welcome to the graveyard
Where everybody like to pray: Allahu Akbar
You scared to say "God?" They call me Game because I play hard
So get your helmets and your face guards
I spit holy water, lets have a Face Off: Nicolas Cage
They say the boy is off the chain like two Pits in a cage
Your girl say my flow the bomb like I swallow grenades
Respect the rules up in this sh*t so you gotta get paid
Or you gotta get spayed like Windex with them twin Techs
I'll Raid on top of insects. n*ggas die f*ckin they family
Oh, where I'm from they call that "incest"
Open the Bible, good book serves its purpose for shook crooks
Heavenly Father, I think we in Heaven, be a good look

Sing the hook:

[Hook]
In this heartless world that I live in
I have learned that I can't depend on love
It hasn't made me a Saint
So I'mma take it all with me to the graveyard

[Verse 2 - Game]
The cemetery ain't as new as the saint it look
They bury ministers there right next to straight crooks
And Nas told n*ggas they was shooting and they'd look
n*ggas rhyme about banging, getting whooped on Facebook
Now put that on your wall, I put that on the wall
I shot-call and brawl quicker than Jon Wall
I'm killing these n*ggas, bought everything last year
And wasn't feeling these n*ggas. I mean I was numb last year
Wasn't feeling you n*ggas. Came back
To sell a few more mil on you n*ggas
Toast! I'm in the Phantom, nah n*gga I ain't scared of no ghost
Cause all the dead rapper's albums are selling the most

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Game]
Some say the 3rd verse puts n*ggas in a hearse
Since I was born Jay, guess I'm the Gift & The Curse
Lot of Bloods out here, but n*gga I did it first
Still blood out here that's why I'm up in the church
Still repenting for my sins, but not all the way
Cause I just rode up in the Benz and handed homie the K
What he gon do with it? Probably run up on your crew with it
That's what I call rap beef, luckily I'm through with it
Now I just lean back, '72 with it
Sell it to a n*gga down South, he act a fool with it
Back to them haters and the stool-pigeons
You're too busy tryna judge us stars, but how are you living?