Cradle 2 da Grave - Juvenile

We ain’t got a worry in our head

Whatever beef we had already dead

We running shit, that’s right, that’s what I said

And it’s official from the cradle to the grave like

Apartment, it’s coming out of Austin

I’m on my way to home on a private charter from Boston

Niggas already talking, these bitches already stalking

I bigger the jack is coming, I’m balling so I’m a target

I got that 911 if you want it, bring out your coffin

These niggas gon get you twisted and floating like you’re a dolphin

And they ain’t got no other or better shit on the market

All you niggas selling garbage

Go put that shit in the toilet and flush it

You know why they don’t school from you no more cause they don’t trust it

You had some loyal customers but now they all disgusted

I pop up out of nowhere with that fire like surprise

When you see me in the club, me and my niggas looking fly like

I’m out here in the thuggin, don’t worry me for nothing

Say you don’t believe in God today you gon' believe in something

My niggas in there with me, they buckets twisting to be famous

They searchers at the door but we still in here with them bangers

Security can’t control us, can’t hold us, they can’t contain us

A couple had to quit cause they said this shit was too dangerous

I’m a while dope and I smoke like a Californian

And I don’t want your hoe but I fucked her cause I was on it

Dope won’t sell itself shit, it don’t need no advertisement

They running back and forth I got these bitches exercising

Bought shit from over seas, they say it’s 'ganistan

And I got that flavor everybody want, it’s