Travis Scott – Piss on Your Grave Lyrics

Travis Scott – Piss on Your Grave Lyrics

Piss on Your Grave Lyrics by Travis Scott

This track was slated to feature Sir Paul McCartney and land on Kanye West’s 7th solo album, The Life of Pablo. Travis Scott had other ideas: he traded an early demo of “FML” in exchange for this song.

The song’s aggressive, in-your-face vibe is reminiscent of West’s Yeezus album in both production and structure.

In context, “Piss on your grave” is a prophetic announcement to the white “executives” of corporate America. The baby boomers have retired, and now only Generation X stands between the Snake Person’s and corporate governance. Kanye and Travis know these faceless men are a dying breed and can’t wait to rain on their parade. Kanye touched on this during his VMA Vanguard Award Acceptance Speech:

We the snake people bro, this is a new, this is a new mentality. We not gonna control our kids with brands. We’re not gonna teach low self-esteem and hate to our kids, we’re gonna teach our kids that they can be something. We gonna teach our kids that they can stand up for themselves. We gonna teach our kids to believe in themselves.

The song’s instrumental samples Jimi Hendrix’s “Machine Gun.”

[Intro: Kanye West]
Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I use your face as a urinal, then do the same at your funeral
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
This one here for the executives, fuck you and all your relatives
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, piss on your grave
Piss on your grave, piss on your grave, nigga, behave
Nigga, behave, nigga, behave

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Us niggas, we can’t behave
We mobbed on the pave, got treated like slaves
Young niggas treated like slaves
This the moment I’ve been waiting for
This why I moved to Cali, stepped outside and got shaded for
Told momma, “Bitch, get back in the door”
I’ve been comin’ up and down, a nigga can’t take no more
Kamikaze over commas
Benjamins, dividends stuffed in my jeans, I can’t fit in
Poppin’ pills since droppin’ Ritalins
Pop a penicillin, nigga, you gotta get with it
My, my, my, my, look at little Scotty now
The same fuckers used to doubt
All preachin’ that they proud
I pull my zipper down and whip it out

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Piss in your grave, piss in your grave
Turn this up, teacher
Play this in the third grade, in the third grade
Can’t hide from the truth
Now, we ’bout to go ape, we’re ’bout to go ape
These streets is not safe
These niggas ain’t playin’, these niggas ain’t playin’, huh?
These niggas ain’t playin’
This for my fam, this for the fam, do this for the fam
Hop out of the Lamb’, hop onto the ‘gram
What the fuck was you sayin’?
Piss in your grave, piss in your grave, piss in your grave
I’ll piss on your face
I’ll piss on your bitch, I’ll piss on your date, ugh
Fuck is you sayin’? Fuck is you sayin’? Fuck is you sayin’?
Me and La Flame, is you not entertained?

[Outro: Kanye West]
Huh