Lyrics to the song (out the grave) by Point One Off the Album Single Written By Justin D. Myers Jango and Datpiff.com

Lyrics to the song (out the grave) by Point One Off the Album Single Written By Justin D. Myers    Jango and Datpiff.com

--track intro--

“This sounds lyke one of them

Jeezy beats-----

This aint one of them jeezy beats---

Overdose 2 this productions-----

A shout out for my boy---

We gotta eat

We starving around this mother fucka—“

--verse 1---

“we aint never gonna have peace

I stress in my dreams

Of murders and stabbings

Now Anything can happen as its coming at me

This worlds a war zone

Being innocent will get you tooken

‘Shooken left touched

Traumatized, tormented and bruise-in

I woke up in a night sweat

From looking down a loaded barrel

Grabbed the pistol beneath my pillow

Soggy thru under apparel

Figured where I was

Hit the blunt,

She said(dady what happened?)

Told her lay down’s

A flash back a old street actions,

Try to stay calm----

Then my pulsate

Elevates

A look stays cold

Through a pimps face

Same place,. Same tyme

Other day’s with different people

My homies are no amigos

our enemys, are equals

the ones that are there to sneak you

the same that’ll  come to feed you

tuck you in when your sleepy

then leave you,

                      no longer breathing,

you sexless, raceless, nameless

son of a bitch---

it’s a shame that the thought of death

demise to you appeasing—

S’why I sleep with one eye open

Out spoken,

                  Rarely joking ,

They ask me,--- why im so serious

Don’t speak,

                   They should be knowing-----

I answer lyfes dangerous

Every seconds of an essence

One minute your hear”

“[dubb- It can only get better]”

“The next  you wake up dead---“

--verse 2—

“My teacher told me when a little nigga

Was in school----

If your gonna be a G,

Then be the best you knew-----

And I was!!!-------

I was locked up for the part of  my 20’s

That really  mattered ,

18 to19

Were both cloudy

So im a try n figure out

How to get to where I need too

And I pre to god daily

To ask him—

Where I should drive too-----

Pac died when he was 25

 I got released at twunty foe

He left the world a legacy

But all I got is time to show

This music shits in my blood

Besides my family, my only Love

Im just try n get to where I hear

The introduction of Point One

As a juvenile ----

I was in the booth,

Out institutions’

Grow up sell-in drugs-----

With these whores prostituting

Got the background of a rapper

With the style of an artist

But when other niggas push-in demo’s

I was getting cuffed turned convict-

I got A pinky ring in jail

But its made out of a hair tie—

I w’-air it on me dayly

So these fuck niggas ill realize

Pimpins going strong

In the state

Im born and raised in

Half my brothers either dead

Or got sent to the fed pen,

Im a pretty nigga

Give a fuck about a hooka player

Any way dat I can get it

Im a keep it coming killer

Grew up in the game

Stack-in money off lames

Cutt-in saw mill paper

Of a track star dames

I was in it for the happiness I don’t need fame

As long as im in this part

My pretty whores

Be ok-------“

 --verse 3—

---outro---

“Be the best you can nigga-

(Laugh)

Be the best you can bitch-

(Tears)

  Shit gon’ make me cry my nig

Forreal—

Huh_ only if these niggaz knew

S’nigga sheden a tear right now

(Laugh)

                    I Love my Life!!!!

                 Thank you god-----!!!

Now that’s that real shit my nigga!!

Now that’s that real shit ! —

    

(Laugh’s)---Yeah----(Laugh’s)

Get it(ughhh--------)

(Laugh)  (ughh)--------

   Overdose 2 this productions”

                                           ----End----