[INTRO] Yeah… I came from where the dead don’t rest. Old blood. Old problems. Same motherfucking me. [VERSE 1] Graveyard of my history, I’m walking through the rows Black boots on the dirt, everybody that I know Got a stone with a story, got a past with a price I done learned about the game, had to pay for advice Old blood in my veins, I was raised around pressure Every scar on my body turned pain into leverage I don’t talk about the past, I let the graves tell it Put my name in the dirt, bet the ground couldn’t hold it I got ghosts in the rearview, demons in the back Every time I turn around, see another chapter crack But I ain’t running from the shit, I’m confronting every fact I done crawled through the worst, now I’m built for the attack [HOOK] Graveyard of my history, dirt full of secrets Whole graveyard in a frenzy when they know that I’m creeping Dead men got stories, I got reasons I don’t speak Got the past six feet down, still it reaches for my feet Whole cemetery in a jitz Whole cemetery in a jitz Dead ones movin’, hear ’em kick Whole cemetery in a jitz Whole cemetery in a jitz Whole cemetery in a jitz Old blood runnin’ through this bitch Whole cemetery in a jitz [VERSE 2] Mistakes made me colder, losses made me sharp Had to learn how to navigate the darkness in the dark Every name on a headstone got a lesson attached Every bridge that I burned left a scar on the map I don’t need a fucking throne, I got dirt under my soles Got a lifetime of pressure sitting heavy on my soul They see gangster when I walk, they don’t know what I survived They see somebody dangerous, I see reasons I’m alive Whole cemetery jumping when I walk through the gate Every ghost got an opinion, every grave got a date I ain’t scared of the dead, hell, the dead know my name I’ve been living with the darkness, I ain’t playing that game [HOOK] Graveyard of my history, dirt full of secrets Whole graveyard in a frenzy when they know that I’m creeping Dead men got stories, I got reasons I don’t speak Got the past six feet down, still it reaches for my feet Whole cemetery in a jitz Whole cemetery in a jitz Dead ones movin’, hear ’em kick Whole cemetery in a jitz Whole cemetery in a jitz Whole cemetery in a jitz Old blood runnin’ through this bitch Whole cemetery in a jitz [VERSE 3] I’m the product of the pressure, I’m the son of the strain Got a cemetery full of reasons why I walk through the rain Every failure left a scar, every scar got a story I ain’t asking for forgiveness, I remember what it cost me Old mistakes in the dirt, new plans in my head I ain’t joining all the ghosts, I’m just visiting the dead Let ’em watch while I build, let ’em see what I became I turned every fucking loss into another brick of my name So when I step through the fog, better recognize the walk I don’t need to raise my voice, let the reputation talk Graveyard starts shaking when they hear that gate swing All my dead history dancing while the motherfucker sings [FINAL HOOK] Graveyard of my history, dirt full of secrets Whole graveyard in a frenzy when they know that I’m creeping Dead men got stories, I got reasons I don’t speak Got the past six feet down, still it reaches for my feet Whole cemetery in a jitz Whole cemetery in a jitz Dead ones movin’, hear ’em kick Whole cemetery in a jitz Whole cemetery in a jitz Whole cemetery in a jitz Old blood runnin’ through this bitch Whole cemetery in a jitz [OUTRO] Old blood. Old graves. Old mistakes. New day. Still building. Still breathing. Still walking.
