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

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

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

be some confusion, you niggas 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 when we roll, no Yahtzee
And I hate you niggas, no

But this the holocaust, rap genocide,
Ike Turner take that slaps in the ride
My shorty tellin' me, the competition 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 that nigga ain't seein' me
My reflection a hard time bein' me
So they tryna do me shit, it's to dead it
I'm what ya don't do if Simon said it

I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's
And my is sick but I have no time for medics
Black ice in the Ottomar, is custom order bra
First I call the jeweler up, then I call the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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