Tombstone Songtext
von Connor Price
Tombstone Songtext
One hunnid
Yeah, ah (whoo!)
When I leave, put my stats on my tombstone (let′s go)
So they know that when I'm gone I′m still that dude, though
Ay, talkin' smack, who is that?
I said, "Who knows?"
You said you set the bar, well, that's a new low
Run up the numbers
Showin′ them how I been doin′ it
I don't act like they keep all in a come up
Blowin′ up first like blue shells, shout out Kay Key
All in a bonnet
Stackin' up all of their accolades now and it′s waist deep
I'm wearin′ a lot of these hats
And never they hit, and I feel like I'm Tay Keith
Show 'em how it′s done
They can do this if they want it, but they don′t
Words don't match their actions like the internet was slow
Ay, told them I′m the one, but they ain't listen
Yet I know how you never get the message
But you always on your- (brrt)
(Ah, whoo!) When I leave, put my stacks on my tombstones
So they know that when I′m gone I'm still that dude, though
Ay, talkin′ smack, who is that?
I said, "Who knows?"
You said you set the bar, well that's a new low
They keep on talkin', no end of discussion
Just look at the cash, it′s really a bundle
We killed it, instrument, we′re no percussionists
Nothin' but facts, I keep it a hundred (ah)
Me and Connor have a conversation, that′s Canadian, NGN
To all of my haters, I wish you the best
They prayin' for me, but the truth is
Talkin′ 'bout the next day
Yet they really act like they up to some′
Everybody cappin', actin' like they really know the struggle of
I remember back when
Used to be the last man to buckle up
Now I′m bringin′ a lot of cash in
Makin' these bags really double up but
No offense, trusting the process
Some ′bout to be so blessed
They keep hittin' and hittin′, they're so obsessed
Last supper, we breaking the whole bread
No stress for me
They should have known better and not testing me
I′ma be the greatest, so best believe
They got the potential for ways
But givin' excuses, they keep a uh
(Ah, whoo!) When I leave, put my stacks on my tombstones
So they know that when I'm gone I′m still that dude, though
Ay, talking smack, who is that?
I said, "Who knows?"
You said you set the bar, well, that′s a new low
Yeah, ah (whoo!)
When I leave, put my stats on my tombstone (let′s go)
So they know that when I'm gone I′m still that dude, though
Ay, talkin' smack, who is that?
I said, "Who knows?"
You said you set the bar, well, that's a new low
Run up the numbers
Showin′ them how I been doin′ it
I don't act like they keep all in a come up
Blowin′ up first like blue shells, shout out Kay Key
All in a bonnet
Stackin' up all of their accolades now and it′s waist deep
I'm wearin′ a lot of these hats
And never they hit, and I feel like I'm Tay Keith
Show 'em how it′s done
They can do this if they want it, but they don′t
Words don't match their actions like the internet was slow
Ay, told them I′m the one, but they ain't listen
Yet I know how you never get the message
But you always on your- (brrt)
(Ah, whoo!) When I leave, put my stacks on my tombstones
So they know that when I′m gone I'm still that dude, though
Ay, talkin′ smack, who is that?
I said, "Who knows?"
You said you set the bar, well that's a new low
They keep on talkin', no end of discussion
Just look at the cash, it′s really a bundle
We killed it, instrument, we′re no percussionists
Nothin' but facts, I keep it a hundred (ah)
Me and Connor have a conversation, that′s Canadian, NGN
To all of my haters, I wish you the best
They prayin' for me, but the truth is
Talkin′ 'bout the next day
Yet they really act like they up to some′
Everybody cappin', actin' like they really know the struggle of
I remember back when
Used to be the last man to buckle up
Now I′m bringin′ a lot of cash in
Makin' these bags really double up but
No offense, trusting the process
Some ′bout to be so blessed
They keep hittin' and hittin′, they're so obsessed
Last supper, we breaking the whole bread
No stress for me
They should have known better and not testing me
I′ma be the greatest, so best believe
They got the potential for ways
But givin' excuses, they keep a uh
(Ah, whoo!) When I leave, put my stacks on my tombstones
So they know that when I'm gone I′m still that dude, though
Ay, talking smack, who is that?
I said, "Who knows?"
You said you set the bar, well, that′s a new low
Writer(s): Graham Stiefel, Connor Price, Geoffrey Ugochukwu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
