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

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

Rest in peace to the
What's up, Drama? Y'all know what 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 fuck niggas, not Drama
I am logged on to niggas dot com
And I am these fuck niggas, not Drama

Must be confusion, you niggas are not me
I am an illusion, really you cannot see
So me like 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 bitch slaps in the ride
My tellin' me, kill the competition boo
And I be tellin' her There Is No 2, nice

Is No Competition 2
It's good to wake up in the mirror
And the only you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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