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The funeral now wants a piece of the action, fuck
I ant to a funeral since Jackson
shit
I ant to my own shit
Trying to figure out what the fuck they me for?
It's a detour
Kinda
Could it be my mom trying to kill me for money?
(Whoa whoa whoa) Hold up let me clear that up I ant saying my killed me for insurance money but uhh, that's the story... anyway
chick who went killed her parents and got rich,
Set their house on fire then watched lynch,
Ever since its been nothing but black and black cats,
And night I see a old man with black slacks
An ex preacher his niece but who cares,
For 15 years I ran down the stairs he
But I often,
Smell a
I hop in it (deaths calling)
Ain't no it
Maybe death is coming cause they did different,
Like killed you in your crib in front of your infants
Right next to the crib, with the on the bib.
They like the generator throw you down the incinerator
I'm no imitator,
I'm straight veil for it and got a hole in it
When I through
But I must you you
Ain't shit they can do to me hasn't been done under the dirt
I'm the gun
I'm not run
So pull your four four out your (holsters)
back one time and call ghostbusters
I know hustlers that been killed for spilt Obi dressed in silk
I thought he was built till his brain
Should of seen the way his head
Poor
I how he filled up in the autopsy
(I'm glossy) looking like a fossil up in heaven singing
While I'm at home with these wearing rosary
his keys?
Should been given to me
So I can in a dream
Bail outta Hell and move to Fort Lauder dale
Where death cant tell if your or alive
I've many shot and stab and some survived
The funeral, Man the