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claas – till the grave lyrics

[intro: claas]
yeah! hahaha! you know what time it is! yes! r2 records! lsp! claas! ronnie blaze!

[verse 1: ronnie blaze]
since we + since we + since we came in the game, it ain’t been the same
couple untamed gorillas, loaded shotguns takin’ aim
man we bang on these haters aimin’ for their brains
copycats are our sons, but we already staked our claims
main + main mission in my vision’s been the same since i copped the chains
r2 still hanging from my neck, that never change
ain’t changin’ up for nothin’, i’m still bluffin’, let ’em hang
still blazin’ on the finest, i’m in love with mary jane
man they know me, i’m an og, still staying on my grind
sharpshooter chef curry, always around but hard to find
man my mind is on my money ’til the day i’m in the ground
i’m a heavyweight titan’ pushin’ two hundred pounds
come and pick these packs up, sh+t, that’s my kind of date
if you got ’em for the low, that’s my kind of rate
speak the truth from the jump if you want a seat at the table
haters get put in their graves, put my sawed back in the cradle

[chorus: claas]
i kept it cradle ’til the grave (’til the grave), i ain’t ever changed (ever changed)
b+tch you got a problem, take a shotgun to the brain
take some cash, we gon’ make it rain (gon’ make it rain), yeah, b+tch, i’m insane (hah!)
’til the f+ckin’ grave! (hah!) ’til the f+ckin’ grave! (hah!)
i kept it cradle ’til the grave (’til the grave), i ain’t ever changed (ever changed)
b+tch you got a problem, take a shotgun to the brain
take some cash, we gon’ make it rain (gon’ make it rain), yeah, b+tch, i’m insane (hah!)
’til the f+ckin’ grave! (hah!) ’til the f+ckin’ grave! (hah!)
[verse 2: claas]
yeah we back + back + back + back up on our bullsh+t
locked and loaded, got ’em starin’ down a full clip
all y’all thought we lost it but the plottin’ never stop
we showed up like f+ckin’ cops, kicked your door in like it’s swat
better not (better not) think that you’re competitive
all that sh+t you do is just the same, it’s so repetitive
i think i’m about to knuckle up, give you that sedative
ever gonna take me off the throne? yeah, that’s a negative (hahaha)
ghost rider, see my f+ckin’ head’s on fire
from the flames comin’ out my mouth, yeah, that’s my creed, can you take me higher? (yes)
like ronnie on an average day i got me some hand grenades
i’m just throwin’ ducks like peyton manning, f+ckin’ old and grey
jordan! yeah, yeah, yeah, watch ’em all go die in pain
f+ckin’ lames, this that all of y’all best should stay in your lanes
’cause i’m the f+ckin’ truth and y’all been liars
must retire, y’all it’s dire, all get paid in razor wire

- claas lyrics

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