Saints

Hold on Lable
I ain't gon' mess up this funeral
But I got something to say and I'm gon' say it
I got to
I got to say it
Just hold on
Just gimme one chance
Hold on
Hold up hold up hold up
Y'all talking about Lil Larry?
I know y'all ain't talking about Lil Larry
Oh lemme tell y'all about the real Lil Larry
Nah nah
I ain't gon sit down
Let me finish let me finish
Y'all know Larry wasn't shit

Shame
We at this funeral running the same game
He gave his life to Christ at a young age
When he was little, all he ever brought home was straight A's
He can walk in any room and light it up with his smile
We couldn't touch him on Easter Sunday because he had so much style
Loved his momma and his kids more than he loved himself
And if a stranger was down and out
Y'all know he would offer his help (Y'all know)
Saints
I'm gon miss him cause this was a good man
I mean God took him so soon but he had some big plans
And I know all of this cause I can call him anytime
He said he was gonna get his degree
Take some classes online
And when he walked across that stage
The whole family gon' shine (Everybody)
And I'm like

Damn
I guess we burying the Saint here ain't we?
Didn't he beat his girl so bad one time she lost that baby (He did)
Steady smoking all that leaf and goin' batshit crazy
Always broke, bragging about that old ass home invasive (Ninety four)
Remember Lil' Dave pulled a pistol and made him strip
Cause he fronted four ounces
And he didn't pay him off that flip
Yeah (Flip)
So where the truth at in these fairy tales you selling me
Ain't no lesson
I can't learn from his death and make a better me
Y'all raising them up like
He left some type of legacy
Like he was one them niggas
But he wasn't cut from that pedigree (Not at all)
Only thing gon' happen is
His son gon' take these stories home
And like six years later
Lil' homie grown
Running around talking about how his daddy did it big
He run into me
And I'm gon' tell him what it is like
Nah shorty
Your daddy was a bitch
Kept beating on your momma
Your uncle shot him in his shit Shoe

I ain't trying to start no mess but I'm gon' say it
Auntie
Lil' Larry steal out your purse?
I seen it with my own eyes
I said Swiper no swiping
Swiper no swiping
Look at his baby momma
Sitting over there with two black eyes
Looking like a raccoon on prom night
Hold on, hold on
Y'all know Larry did that shit
Hold on, let me finish
I don't mean no harm got damninit'
Let me finish

I just want you to celebrate my life but
Don't embellish it
Waxing all poetic speaking
Way to eloquent
At the pulpit dressed all elegant
Crying through your rhetoric as if
My mom ain't know her son was drug peddling
Nah be honest, tell the truth because that's what relevant
Your words should match my works and my turnout should be my evidence
Ex-girlfriend showing up with they best perfume
Taking up a whole few
Better respect my wife though (Better did)
Dealers with jewelry on gon' head give them a light show
Tell my kids life is short
That's why I hugged them long and tight for
Play Kim McFarland just ask at my funeral service (My joint)
Put some champagne in my casket you know I deserve it
Reasonable Doubt by J
Trap or Die by Jeezy
Them the anthems of my repass if you tryin' please me

One time I sent Larry down to Harold's Chicken
I said get me a three piece
Mild sauce on the wings
Mild sauce on the fries
Nigga came back
Only two damn wings
I know Larry ate my shit
Talking about "Oh they must've made a mistake"
Larry you owe me one wing nigga
Look I ain't trying to start no mess at this funeral
I promise, I ain't trying to start no mess
But I'm gon' say it
I think Larry liked them boys
Hold on hold on
Listen to me listen to me
One time I had on jogging pants
And I caught Larry looking down at my print
I said eyes up nigga
Eyes up
That's the real Lil Larry