Ar-Ab - Grave Shift lyrics

rate me

I’m stuck in the kitchen with an apron

I made 30 grand off the payment

I got 4 kids and I wanna raise them

I’m blessed by Allah so I praise him

My brothers in jail wanna save them

If they had bail, I would have paid it

My sister went astray and I hate it

I wanna quit drugs but I crave in

Got shot 10 times and I ate it

Wanna tell my mom that I made it

Cas and Meek done made it

Goliath got beat by david

Just to get rich and famous

People sell they soul to satan

Broken dreams then faded

I get my money and save this

[Hook]

This for my niggas on the grave shift

Canning hand sales just to make rent

2 wrongs ain’t right but it makes sense

A change gonn come I can taste it

This for my niggas on the grave shift

Still reading numbers on the wait bench

Till the cops slap on the bracelets

Judge throw the book of the racism

On the road to destruction, no winter coat, so we hustling

Looking in the fridge, seen nothing

Eating plain bread with mustard

I know it gotta be another way

See money double when you bubble yay

I grew up in the trouble way

Lucky if you get to see another day

In school, teachers used to fail me

Cause I ain’t do what they tell me

Still I pray 5 times daily

Making bricks sales in the teli

I just wanna make sure my kids eat

And tell my son never be like me

But I gotta park this what I preach

The only income I had is from the streets

[Hook]

This for my niggas on the grave shift

Canning hand sales just to make rent

2 wrongs ain’t right but it makes sense

A change gonn come I can taste it

This for my niggas on the grave shift

Still reading numbers on the wait bench

Till the cops slap on the bracelets

Judge throw the book of the racism.

Thanks to Krimdela for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Geo for correcting these lyrics