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It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape
like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the Bahamas
Bahamas? Nigga, we got to do
We finish killin' the fuckin' competition
We can start the funeral

First off I send my condolences
First off I wanna my condolences
First off I send my condolences
Rest in to the competition, yeah

in peace to the competition
What's up, Drama? Y'all know this is right?

Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da, da, da

I am logged on to fuck dot com
And I am everything these niggas, not Drama
I am on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am everything fuck niggas, not Drama

Must be some confusion, you are not me
I am an illusion, really you cannot see
So picture me a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C
We don't play when we roll, no
And I hate you niggas, no

But this the holocaust, rap genocide,
Ike Turner take that bitch in the ride
My shorty tellin' me, kill the boo
And I be tellin' her Is No Competition 2, nice

Is No Competition 2
It's good to wake up look in the
And the competition's you

And even that nigga seein' me
My reflection have a hard bein' me
So they tryna do me shit, time to dead it
I'm what ya do even if Simon said it

I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black credit
And my watch is sick but I have no for medics
Black ice in the Ottomar, this is order bra
First I call the jeweler up, I call the coroner

My car is foreigner, my bitch is Florida
I killed the last night so now her man is mournin' her

Good mornin', sir, I goodnight,
on death row, I Suge Knight, niggas
Time to depart, I book flights,
Wassup What it look like, nigga?

Black dress, suits, black shades, black boots
Black truck, black coupe, guns blow, black
Black card, jewels, black party bag
Black Friday, throw it in a bag

Black Barbie, what I call my black braud
African plug, that's what I a black chord
Get ya sharps, get ya flats, the black keys
Gettin' slick'll get ya in ya black tees

Black limos, black town cars, hearses
Black register signed in black cursive
Black tears, white tissues outta purses
That's procedure when I'm sendin' verses

The wake, it's the right here
Come before the funeral,
They call me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Funeral
I'm killing these

And I'm the undertaker,
With the in the bag
All niggas is dead
You look around, all dead

This be fun, it's tree fam nigga, affiliates, nice