Lyrics Cradle To The Grave - Scorey

(Oh yeah, Berki, this the one right here)
Uh, mhm-mhm
Mhm, uh, to the grave
Uh, uh

Generations of pain (So much pain)
Done made this lifestyle strange (Uh)
I was in the field 'til my life got changed ('Til my life got changed)
Slow down, off of them pills in a hospital dazed
Came out chasing these mills, now my lifestyle praised (Praised)
But I cannot complain
This the shit a nigga prayed for (Uh, I can't complain)
This the shit that we cried, trembling from pain for (Uh, from pain)
This the shit that we slide, stumble through the rain for (Rain)
Letting thangs pour before touching a range .4
I'm not no role model, I come from known sorrow (Uh)
Where they unload hollows, hitting don't do no gospel (No gospel)
We came from Remy and candles to drinking gold bottles (Gold bottles)
From where the devil come grab you and get your soul swallowed

Uh, stay in my lane (In my lane)
Uh, uh
They gotta feel my pain, ayy (My pain, uh)
I pray I never change (Change, uh)
Promise I been the same (Been the same)
From the cradle to the grave
Uh, uh (From the cradle to the grave)
Oh, from the cradle to the grave, ayy (Uh)
Oh, from the cradle to the– (Grave), oh, from the cradle to the– (Uh)
Uh, uh, the cradle to the grave

Tears fallin' on top of that plot soil (Ayy)
No matter how much you made, won't change that they plotting on you
Them losses charged to the game (Gain), so tired of dressing formal
Told you stay out the way (Formal)
The reaper came knocking for you (Reaper came knocking for you)
So scared to see how your moms look (Uh)
Hug her tight while her arms shook
To my brothers we all we got
To the public, we armed crooks (We all we got)
The good leaving us young, and the tough ones get all booked (Uh)
Get low when them shots rung, them shooters get on foot (We got shot)
I'ma keep leaving my mark 'til they remember my name (Name)
In that cage where it's dark, I be steppin' the same
Told me pain and the hurt gon' get better with fame (Fame)
All the things that you taught went from the cradle to motherfucking–

Uh, stay in my lane (In my lane)
Uh, uh
They gotta feel my pain, ayy (My pain, uh)
I pray I never change (Change, uh)
Promise I been the same (Been the same)
From the cradle to the grave
Uh, uh (From he cradle to the grave)
Oh, from the cradle to the grave, ayy (Uh)
Oh, from the cradle to the– (Grave), oh, from the cradle to the– (Uh)
Uh, uh, the cradle to the grave

They givin' it up
'Cause they got shot
Man came back nice and rappin'
I'm 'out to be like that loud, I'm watching the NBA now, nigga
The NBA, my brother, I'm coming back nice
The NBA, it's–, here I come, that's a fact, I won NBA
50 Cent was a nice-ass rapper when he got shot
I got shot three times, I ain't die nigga, I'm savage, that's a fact
How that nigga, ha-ha, ha