Funeral
100 round drum I ain't talkin' lethal weapon
I got beats on the cloud, what you need?
When ya feelin' low know I got my old shit
Better than my new shit, mean as far as these numbers go
Throw a song up
Hope they fuck wit it
I don't got any video for it
But the shit go
Yes I need attention on the gram but the fit game hard
Fuck a nigga need a stick for?
Stop playing
You know I got the shit you want
These days ion't know what's going on
But I'm moving on
Said I'm moving on
Won't you say something to me
Won't you say something to me
Say something to me
Won't you say something to me
When I kick the bucket don't let people know
They ain't even know me they mournin' for show
It isn't my time, I still gotta go
They said they ain't ready, I'm ready to blow
Need a new piece, covered in gold
Rollie on wrist
Neck is on froze
B.B. the belt
J's on my toes
But what it all worth?
And what can I bring with me?
What is a shirt,
Compared to the things in me?
I'm digging through layers
I gotta find what's real
I lost all my time to kill
Fake motherfucker say he want smoke
Same nigga choke when he burn slow
Nigga only g when he pick up
Totin' sticks up, in the moment get the hiccups
Everybody wanna live a life they don't
Thinking that you get away with lies, they won't
Wanna project
Never reflect
Know that shit dead
People wondering when I'm gon' make a play
I mean a major play
I be people watching
Haters plotting
Think my grind they stoppin'
Hate to disappoint
Think this angel fallin'
Time is callin'
Try to trip me up
But I been down before
Try to take my spot
Before I even hit the door
I guess I gotta got cut some throats
Who that nigga in the function with the big sword?
Who that nigga in floods with the concords?
Who that nigga that know everybody in here?
How he move around the city like he been here?
Money come and go, ima get more
Curving suga mamas out the gift store
Shordy wouldn't hit me if I ain't rap
But every time I try to do it, say she hate that
Stop playing
You know I got the shit you want
These days ion't know what's going on
But I'm moving on
Said I'm moving on
Won't you say something to me
Won't you say something to me
Say something to me
Won't you say something to me
I got beats on the cloud, what you need?
When ya feelin' low know I got my old shit
Better than my new shit, mean as far as these numbers go
Throw a song up
Hope they fuck wit it
I don't got any video for it
But the shit go
Yes I need attention on the gram but the fit game hard
Fuck a nigga need a stick for?
Stop playing
You know I got the shit you want
These days ion't know what's going on
But I'm moving on
Said I'm moving on
Won't you say something to me
Won't you say something to me
Say something to me
Won't you say something to me
When I kick the bucket don't let people know
They ain't even know me they mournin' for show
It isn't my time, I still gotta go
They said they ain't ready, I'm ready to blow
Need a new piece, covered in gold
Rollie on wrist
Neck is on froze
B.B. the belt
J's on my toes
But what it all worth?
And what can I bring with me?
What is a shirt,
Compared to the things in me?
I'm digging through layers
I gotta find what's real
I lost all my time to kill
Fake motherfucker say he want smoke
Same nigga choke when he burn slow
Nigga only g when he pick up
Totin' sticks up, in the moment get the hiccups
Everybody wanna live a life they don't
Thinking that you get away with lies, they won't
Wanna project
Never reflect
Know that shit dead
People wondering when I'm gon' make a play
I mean a major play
I be people watching
Haters plotting
Think my grind they stoppin'
Hate to disappoint
Think this angel fallin'
Time is callin'
Try to trip me up
But I been down before
Try to take my spot
Before I even hit the door
I guess I gotta got cut some throats
Who that nigga in the function with the big sword?
Who that nigga in floods with the concords?
Who that nigga that know everybody in here?
How he move around the city like he been here?
Money come and go, ima get more
Curving suga mamas out the gift store
Shordy wouldn't hit me if I ain't rap
But every time I try to do it, say she hate that
Stop playing
You know I got the shit you want
These days ion't know what's going on
But I'm moving on
Said I'm moving on
Won't you say something to me
Won't you say something to me
Say something to me
Won't you say something to me
Credits
Writer(s): Armand Rome
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