[Lyric] Dreams Die in The Graveyard (LFM King Pjay)

Something bout the way a nigga move
Know I got something to prove

Dreams die up in the graveyard
So we want a taste of this life
Minimize ou stress
Seek away that is right
Never going back to the road that says die
Never want my people to be crying for my life

Blood is in his thoughts
Many niggas talk
But he really wit it
Robbing then let's get it
Blood is on his palm
What he did that night
He can't sleep at all
Pressure off the charts
Smoking calm his mind
He'll never stop
Until he's in the grave
Or even in the cell
Fifty years that's hell
Mama talking to him
But he'll never listen
He asked her where he gonna get his own paper from
So he back on the streets slanging dollar bags
Architect dreams flying through the window now
Will he turn his life around to hear a better sound
No more gun sounds
Dreams die up in the graveyard
So we want a taste of this life
Minimize ou stress
Seek away that is right
Never going back to a road that says die
Never want my people to be crying for my life

He made enemies now
Niggas want his life
He and couple niggas stand
Will that be enough
They done caught him lacking
Four went in his chest
Now he under operation
Family crying for his life
Praying for the doctors
Will he live to see his dream come true
They don't know
But God bless his soul
He passed really slow ...x2

Can't go back on them streets slanging dollar bags
Architect dreams flying through the window now
Would he'll turn his life around to hear a better sound x2
No more gun sounds x2 too late for that
He done pass now x2
Dreams die up in the graveyard
So we want a taste of this life
Minimize ou stress
Seek away that is right
Never going back to a road that says die
Never want my people to be crying for my life