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Meekz - Graveyard Shift Lyrics



Meekz - Graveyard Shift Lyrics




Bad to the bone, bad for the roads
Bad like a bad batch of the bone
No sleep like I'm graftin' a phone
But I'm just catchin' my flows
I can still smell the crack in my nose
I hit the road without packin' my clothes
I go shoppin' when the packet goes
Me, I'm just stackin' loads
I don't think they had a rope
They just cappin' loads
But I know how this rappin' goes
Fifty mil' streams, I can smell a B in the air
Fifty fiends, I can still smell the B in the air
Jail's dead, there ain't no point bein' in there
Where the money's at, yeah, you probably seein' me there
I stay takin' the piss like when I used to pull it out and pee in the air
Man, I'm chokin', I can smell the crack in the air
Ayo, I'm chokin' off of this ammonia smell
You ever watched a fiend die and know they're goin' to hell?
You're too young if you don't know Kenan & Kel
You're too young if you don't know Dave Chappelle
She wanna come through, bring her mates as well
I used to do kung fu, choppin' food, I got weight to sell
I hit the road and it paid me well
Shit, you gotta watch man, even your mates'll tell
Free Durk, f*ck a rat, man, I hate the smell
My name rings, I might change my name to Bell
But my second name's Ats and I do it well
Spillin' B on my garms, crushin' weed in my palms
I should be readin' my psalms
Before the beats and the bars, it was beaters and cars
It was me who came through Louis hats and scarfs
Name another rapper that came this hard

Grave shift yard, graveyard shift
That's how we make our hits
4 in the mornin' goin' sick
Treat it like the trap, you ain't never taken a trip
Taken a risk just to watch the paper flip
I do big stuff, not no little hater shit
Crocodile teeth, alligator clips
Any time I drop, I make 'em sick, pay quick, quick
When it comes to the money, I don't know what patience is
Who's takin' the missions? I got vacancies
I hit the M-way on my own
Gave my driver dough for petrol, couple stones
One road, couple phones
Microwave before I learnt to cook on stove
Fast money comin', loads
Shit was slow to start, I had to run in homes
Play with mine, f*ck it, everyone can die
I need heat with extra bine
If the odds are even, I'm tryna shine in extra time
My city love me like Alex Fergie
I step clean even when the money's dirty
In the middle of the streets like Curby
You can never question if I'm certi
Money comin' fast like Ferdi
Or a virgin that's like thirty, you man are nerdy
A little birdie said they're tryna bird me
Boom, that's another door, I just sold out another tour
I'm the proof, I send LV sales through the roof
Ask Moose, I ain't playin' no Duck Duck Goose
I been locked in with Nat from a youth, I got analytics
Morocci quarter ticket off a couple pickets
Say less, I never get it express like my American card
Say less, I never had the German stamina car
Say less, I never had to chop hard
And get it off that
Say less, I ain't never brought no guys in the booth
Say less, I ain't never gripped a 9, let it shoot
Say less, I ain't never slept with fire in the booth (Say less)

You ain't never done a purge
You ain't even say hello like the thirty-first, that's a dirty works
Now I'm tryna make a verse, me first
You gotta up the purse
Shit's f*cked, but it could be worse
I ain't mastered the game, but I played it well
White phone's doin' numbers like its name's Adele
Say f*ckin' less
Meekz, haha
2024, bah
Brr
We ain't even say hello like the thirty-first
I mean hello-ween, I mean hello-ween
I mean we ain't even hello, haha
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Bad to the bone, bad for the roads
Bad like a bad batch of the bone
No sleep like I'm graftin' a phone
But I'm just catchin' my flows
I can still smell the crack in my nose
I hit the road without packin' my clothes
I go shoppin' when the packet goes
Me, I'm just stackin' loads
I don't think they had a rope
They just cappin' loads
But I know how this rappin' goes
Fifty mil' streams, I can smell a B in the air
Fifty fiends, I can still smell the B in the air
Jail's dead, there ain't no point bein' in there
Where the money's at, yeah, you probably seein' me there
I stay takin' the piss like when I used to pull it out and pee in the air
Man, I'm chokin', I can smell the crack in the air
Ayo, I'm chokin' off of this ammonia smell
You ever watched a fiend die and know they're goin' to hell?
You're too young if you don't know Kenan & Kel
You're too young if you don't know Dave Chappelle
She wanna come through, bring her mates as well
I used to do kung fu, choppin' food, I got weight to sell
I hit the road and it paid me well
Shit, you gotta watch man, even your mates'll tell
Free Durk, f*ck a rat, man, I hate the smell
My name rings, I might change my name to Bell
But my second name's Ats and I do it well
Spillin' B on my garms, crushin' weed in my palms
I should be readin' my psalms
Before the beats and the bars, it was beaters and cars
It was me who came through Louis hats and scarfs
Name another rapper that came this hard

Grave shift yard, graveyard shift
That's how we make our hits
4 in the mornin' goin' sick
Treat it like the trap, you ain't never taken a trip
Taken a risk just to watch the paper flip
I do big stuff, not no little hater shit
Crocodile teeth, alligator clips
Any time I drop, I make 'em sick, pay quick, quick
When it comes to the money, I don't know what patience is
Who's takin' the missions? I got vacancies
I hit the M-way on my own
Gave my driver dough for petrol, couple stones
One road, couple phones
Microwave before I learnt to cook on stove
Fast money comin', loads
Shit was slow to start, I had to run in homes
Play with mine, f*ck it, everyone can die
I need heat with extra bine
If the odds are even, I'm tryna shine in extra time
My city love me like Alex Fergie
I step clean even when the money's dirty
In the middle of the streets like Curby
You can never question if I'm certi
Money comin' fast like Ferdi
Or a virgin that's like thirty, you man are nerdy
A little birdie said they're tryna bird me
Boom, that's another door, I just sold out another tour
I'm the proof, I send LV sales through the roof
Ask Moose, I ain't playin' no Duck Duck Goose
I been locked in with Nat from a youth, I got analytics
Morocci quarter ticket off a couple pickets
Say less, I never get it express like my American card
Say less, I never had the German stamina car
Say less, I never had to chop hard
And get it off that
Say less, I ain't never brought no guys in the booth
Say less, I ain't never gripped a 9, let it shoot
Say less, I ain't never slept with fire in the booth (Say less)

You ain't never done a purge
You ain't even say hello like the thirty-first, that's a dirty works
Now I'm tryna make a verse, me first
You gotta up the purse
Shit's f*cked, but it could be worse
I ain't mastered the game, but I played it well
White phone's doin' numbers like its name's Adele
Say f*ckin' less
Meekz, haha
2024, bah
Brr
We ain't even say hello like the thirty-first
I mean hello-ween, I mean hello-ween
I mean we ain't even hello, haha
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Writer: Mico Howles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed By: Meekz
Language: English
Length: 3:33
Written by: Mico Howles
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