GRAVESHIFT

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AFUNATION

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Work so hard
Long nights on the grave shift
Young black trying to pay my rent
Work so hard
I don't know where the day went
I ain't even count all the money I spent
I rather die on a slave ship
Than to pray to the sky for a paycheck
I rather party till the grays hit yea yea
Oh Lord we done made it out the basement

I been working so hard
Long nights on the grave shift
Young black trying to pay my rent
Going so hard I don't know where the day went
I didn't even count all the money I spent
I rather die on a slave ship
Than to pray to the sky for a paycheck
I rather party till the grays hit
Oh Lord we done made it out the basement
Patience don't be anxious
Your ain't gotta go to Hollywood to get a facelift
Would you sell your soul for a plant and some spaceships
Nice hoes they all makeshift
Wearing tight clothes that's so fake shit
My bros who knows who made it
Eyes clothes bloody nose I fainted
I died like Jesus came back I can't believe it

Running up the clock
My homies on the block
I'm sitting in the spot
Trying count up all dis guap
Every time I stop my people kicking rocks
Lady with the force always takes us to the top
And that's just how it goes
My people making gold
Invented Quantum jumping so I travel cosmos
And when I need that glow I get it in my soul
Summon my Osiris so Auset with the flow
Oh Goddess oh my
She dresses so fly
Determined to live forever
So I'm spirit on the mic
Nation rise together
Use the wind like a kite
Incredible like the weather sun smiles when i write
And its no mistake how we moving for these Benjamin's
Self create while we put away this foolishness
Keep my head stay alert I'm rolling two of dem
See a fed say the word we ain't losing shit

Work so hard
Long nights on the grave shift
Young black trying to pay my rent
Work so hard
I don't know where the day went
I ain't even count all the money I spent
I rather die on a slave ship
Than to pray to the sky for a paycheck
I rather party till the grays hit yea yea
Oh Lord we done made it out the basement
Work so hard
Long nights on the grave shift
Young black trying to pay my rent
Work so hard
I don't know where the day went
I ain't even count all the money I spent
I rather die on a slave ship
Than to pray to the sky for a paycheck
I rather party till the grays hit yea yea
Oh Lord we done made it out the basement

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