[VERSE ONE - CHRIS WRIGHT]

If I die on the first of the month, pay my rent bill

Deuce in the fold, couple bills, make a bitch chill

Three hoes wit me, dine and dash, while you fifth wheel

They on a bunch of shit they shouldn’t be on, they can’t sit still

Whipping in that '02 Chevy with the tropical name

The money low but the hunger keep me top of my game

She spilt the lean on my Vans, now they purple and stained

I brought the cash to the club and I left with no change

Pull up on that Cemetery Drive with my headstone

Death sound boring, hope they bury me with headphones

Couple gold chains and an outlet for my cell phone

Six feet deep, ain’t no service, it’s a dead zone

[VERSE TWO - CLOUD MAC]

"Lil Medusa," she looking fine while she puffing the hookah

Catching all the body's man, she doing this shit a bit gruesome

I'm Captain Corpse, in this bitch, never stop bro

Everything I touch I extort, you looking soft bro

You touched her wrong, so I'm summoning the ghouls

Crawling up out all their graves, don't you try to play the fool

And I pull up and my shoes looking jet black

Top looking jet black, everything is jet black (yeah)

And this face is the last you'll ever see

As I send you from this place to a land of agony

Cemetery Drive, pull up with the skull mask

Cemetery Drive, looking decked out in some all black

[VERSE THREE - MILES POWERS]

Cemetery drive, I’m a sedentary God

Got that swank so the fans go wild

Pop that xan I'ma dance all night

What’s a movement to a zeitgeist

Breakin' bread I’m Christlike

I ain’t tread lightly got that 20 / hund'ed eyesight

Blurry vision, blurry thoughts, turn 'em into murder plots

Might of heard of me I stay assertive and I stay aloft

Damage them amicably damn what it be, ran with the salmon I swam on the beat

Hannah Montana's and Pamela Anderson's planning no marriage I’m married to freaks

Pluralized purple skies, yeah I’m high as fuck

Serve 'em words kill verbally got purple weed let’s light it up

Need my trees and need my Z's and need my zips and read my lips

All that talk and ain’t no walk the reason you a little bitch

[VERSE FOUR - TEEAWGO]

Flirting with death cos' she thick as fuck

Got a date, she said come pick me up

Got really nervous a hour before

Called her up said I can't make it (uh)

Now she say she gonna kill me what?

Now she say she in my building what?

Now she say she on my floor, knocking on my door

All up in her feelings what?

Glimpsing through the peephole

I can see she got a weapon wow

Eyes full of evil, easy guessing her intentions now

I open the door hoping somehow we can talk it out

Couldn't even speak a word

Now I see my body from the ground

This is my resurrection, I'm itching for my vengeance

Life and death, you can meet at the intersection

Cemetery drive, find me at my gravestone

About to take over, filling shoes, 'cause they waste souls