To The Grave

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Nems

Nems is a musical artist known for his lyrical prowess and gritty, street-oriented style. He gained recognition in the underground hip-hop scene for his raw and authentic storytelling, often drawing from his own experiences growing up in the streets of Brooklyn. more »

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You don't even know what you just did uh
Gorilla brrrt bow! Ayo Nems what up?
My nigga
East side of Buffalo to Coney Island c-I
Griselda
F*ck Your Lyfer gang nigga, we out here
Butcher comin' nigga
Yo listen, go get your pops
Go get your uncle
Your hardback cousin, whoever nigga
We out here, go get 'em

I ain't f*ck wit' rat niggas
Since Big put out Life
And I won't scrap wit' ya
The Sig put out lights
I re-rock then the coppers pull out pipes
I'm the last legend left since
The doctors took out Mike
You f*ck wit' me and Nems
That's a safe hazard
I put gorillas on your back
Like a Bape jackеt
All my neighbors had base habit's
I played thе trap with a plate, a 38
And a straight jacket
Hundred in the stash box
You know what I'm here for
Chainsaws and HGH, Butcher on steroids
You ain't tryna clear at least a million
What you here for?
Dirty money falling out the
Ceiling on the headboard
Turn my trap phone on, soon as I hit the town
What they re'ing up with I'm
Spending at Mr chao's
Rest in piece to my brother
My mother she miss her child
I wish death to them niggas that
Hit him and blicked him down
I rode around with dirty scales
Lord knows I'm reckless
I went up top and made your
Bitch get a phone connected
The shit I did in the
Streets written in stone forever
My young niggas stacking bodies
Like a bone collector

I won't stop until you gone forever
Hit the block in the coldest leather
You motherfuckers on all these tracks
Talkin' bout all this money
But if ya girl break up with you right now
You gon' be homeless nigga
That's why at shows heavily booed rappers
Left arm swerve, steadily shoot backwards
Question the boot tactics when you die
You gon' get greeted in heaven by 72 faggots
So stop pressin' your luck
The desert is tucked
This the resurrection of Ruck
I'm on the block with a
Ugly bitch caressing her butt
Bitch I don't care how many kids
You got I'm just tryna f*ck (Bitch)
Straight up, keep iron on the waist
Rob niggas in my building
Walk buy 'em everyday
I'd be lying if I say that
I listen to your shit
Smack your fucking teeth out
Now you whistle when you spit
I'm official with the spit and
The merch speaking for me
I can teach a nigga how to
Turn 7 dollars to forty (Times a thousand)
You can't ignore when I mash with Butcher
We be runnin' down on
Rappers like Ashton Kutcher (Punk nigga)

All I got, all I got
Is the game, is the game
Hundred shots, hundred shots
It'll wave, let 'em wave
You on top, you on top
I feel the same, I feel the same
From the block, from the block
To the grave, to the grave
Brrrat, motherfucker

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