Lyrics To the Grave - J. Anders

I do this everyday to the grave
This ain't nothing new
Riding down the coast PCH
Where the ocean blue
Got a couple baddies with me
Guess I got a good view
Niggas know the vibes
So I slide
Right
Through
To the grave, to the grave
This ain't nothing new
To the grave, to the grave
This ain't nothing new
Do this to the grave, to the grave
This ain't nothing new
Niggas know the vibes so I slide

I be turnt up faded
But I don't give a fuck though
Not in Milwaukee but I'm all about my bucks hoe
Privilege in my cup, Fresh blowing on the skunk though
Niggas get to acting out they calling them a John doe
I be chilling posted in the cut
No peroxide
Niggas steady talking bout a wave
But I'm alkaline
Steeze so cold got um froze
Like they paralyzed
And I could bag ya batch
In some bummies with some Popeyes
Penthouse suites, you can catch me in a high rise
Ever since 10th grade, I been in her top 5
She was giving top in the whip, on them joy rides
Murda dat, Murda
Used to call that pussy suicide
You could have that chump change
I'ma get the big bank
I could have a million but you still putting in the tank
I don't give no handouts
If you work you get a plate
Then find me sliding back to the cheese
Call it Swiss frank

I do this everyday to the grave
This ain't nothing new
Riding down the coast PCH
Where the ocean blue
Got a couple baddies with me
Guess I got a good view
Niggas know the vibes
So I slide
Right
Through
To the grave, to the grave
This ain't nothing new
To the grave, to the grave
This ain't nothing new
Do this to the grave, to the grave
This ain't nothing new
Niggas know the vibes so I slide

Niggas aiming for the spotlight
I be in the background
Niggas get a lil money
Don't know how to act now
I remember I was down bad
Yota broke down
Now I gotta spaceship
Flying all around town
Everything fly from the steps
To the bust down
Women breaking necks
I'ma have to tell um slow down
I was just playing with her
Caught her off a rebound
Then bounced the hoe back
Cause she tried to crack my accounts
Where was ya'll at
When the singles dropped back to back
I remember fake love
Now they tryna hit me back
Only time you get me back is if you hit the repeat
Only moving forward I ain't tripping on the back seat
Only moving forward I ain't tripping over old news
Got a few connects that's connected to a few dudes
Got a couple checks
Batches feeling on my tattoos
It started as a dream
Now I'm everywhere like bluetooth

I do this everyday to the grave
This ain't nothing new
Riding down the coast PCH
Where the ocean blue
Got a couple baddies with me
Guess I got a good view
Niggas know the vibes
So I slide
Right
Through
To the grave, to the grave
This ain't nothing new
To the grave, to the grave
This ain't nothing new
Do this to the grave, to the grave
This ain't nothing new
Niggas know the vibes so I slide

They know what's up