Funerals (feat. Mob Rule)
I'm ready to die for this
My life is this
Give me a vest and I'll ride for this
Been with the rhythm like it's in my denim my DNA demonstrate why this is
I can tell they losing focus
I ain't one to follow suit, no
I ain't even really notice, why
Cuz I ain't out here trynna lose, I pick apart minds with this
Straight out the dark, shedding some light with this
They don't want peace, they don't want war
Either way nigga I'm fine with it
Pick up your weapon I'll teach you a lesson I put all the stressing and tension aside
Get to confessing in search for the blessing then straight to the session and catch me a vibe
Hop in the whip
Tell em I'm off of my shit
I got em all on my dick
Straight off the rip
I get the call then I dip
Never not once do I slip
But I must admit, I can see changes
I just adjust to the lane switch
Niggas as fake as they as they name is
I ain't involved with that lame shit
Like pardon me if I ain't wanna meet another wannabe I gotta go
Fuck these niggas and these bitches I am bout the digits I ain't one to get broke
Tell it to the wise look up to the sky I ain't gotta try nigga get more
Tell it to the wise look up to the sky I ain't gotta try nigga get more
Them my forces nigga move quick like porsches fuck around might endorse this
Never know where my storm hit
Got a chip on my shoulder got a big dick like boulder
Got a bad bitch like Doja and I know yeah I know that she goin hold me down
Bag the body homie heard the police knocking at the door
So kill the party douse the dodi you know they'll be back for more
This how it go it's sad I know and all these kids with they computers bro
Shit just getting worse these labels banking off they funerals
Bag the body homie heard the police knocking at the door
So kill the party douse the dodi you know they'll be back for more
This how it go it's sad I know and all these kids with they computers bro
Shit just getting worse these labels banking off they funerals
They goin get to buzzin when ya POP, OFF
Kick you hundreds in the function like you TOP, DAWG
Kick the bucket on that fuck shit watch the TOP, DROP
End of discussion under buses and they LOCK, JAW, WASSUP
I, don't give, a fuck if these labels ain't signing me time to be getting this all my self
Building my dynasty goin need my privacy from all these A&R's wanting my wealth
I say to myself
They ain't be praying for me, they ain't be praying for me
So niggas want hell
I could be saving me, but I could be saving me
Bag the body homie heard the police knocking at the door
So kill the party douse the dodi you know they'll be back for more
This how it go it's sad I know and all these kids with they computers bro
Shit just getting worse these labels banking off they funerals
Bag the body homie heard the police knocking at the door
So kill the party douse the dodi you know they'll be back for more
This how it go it's sad I know and all these kids with they computers bro
Shit just getting worse these labels banking off they funerals
My life is this
Give me a vest and I'll ride for this
Been with the rhythm like it's in my denim my DNA demonstrate why this is
I can tell they losing focus
I ain't one to follow suit, no
I ain't even really notice, why
Cuz I ain't out here trynna lose, I pick apart minds with this
Straight out the dark, shedding some light with this
They don't want peace, they don't want war
Either way nigga I'm fine with it
Pick up your weapon I'll teach you a lesson I put all the stressing and tension aside
Get to confessing in search for the blessing then straight to the session and catch me a vibe
Hop in the whip
Tell em I'm off of my shit
I got em all on my dick
Straight off the rip
I get the call then I dip
Never not once do I slip
But I must admit, I can see changes
I just adjust to the lane switch
Niggas as fake as they as they name is
I ain't involved with that lame shit
Like pardon me if I ain't wanna meet another wannabe I gotta go
Fuck these niggas and these bitches I am bout the digits I ain't one to get broke
Tell it to the wise look up to the sky I ain't gotta try nigga get more
Tell it to the wise look up to the sky I ain't gotta try nigga get more
Them my forces nigga move quick like porsches fuck around might endorse this
Never know where my storm hit
Got a chip on my shoulder got a big dick like boulder
Got a bad bitch like Doja and I know yeah I know that she goin hold me down
Bag the body homie heard the police knocking at the door
So kill the party douse the dodi you know they'll be back for more
This how it go it's sad I know and all these kids with they computers bro
Shit just getting worse these labels banking off they funerals
Bag the body homie heard the police knocking at the door
So kill the party douse the dodi you know they'll be back for more
This how it go it's sad I know and all these kids with they computers bro
Shit just getting worse these labels banking off they funerals
They goin get to buzzin when ya POP, OFF
Kick you hundreds in the function like you TOP, DAWG
Kick the bucket on that fuck shit watch the TOP, DROP
End of discussion under buses and they LOCK, JAW, WASSUP
I, don't give, a fuck if these labels ain't signing me time to be getting this all my self
Building my dynasty goin need my privacy from all these A&R's wanting my wealth
I say to myself
They ain't be praying for me, they ain't be praying for me
So niggas want hell
I could be saving me, but I could be saving me
Bag the body homie heard the police knocking at the door
So kill the party douse the dodi you know they'll be back for more
This how it go it's sad I know and all these kids with they computers bro
Shit just getting worse these labels banking off they funerals
Bag the body homie heard the police knocking at the door
So kill the party douse the dodi you know they'll be back for more
This how it go it's sad I know and all these kids with they computers bro
Shit just getting worse these labels banking off they funerals
Credits
Writer(s): Bishop Brown
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