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It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape
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 competition
We can start the service

First off I wanna my condolences
off I wanna send my condolences
First off I wanna 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 niggas dot com
And I am everything fuck niggas, not Drama
I am logged on to fuck dot com
And I am everything fuck niggas, not Drama

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 play we roll, no Yahtzee
And I hate you niggas, no

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

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

And even that nigga seein' me
My reflection have a hard time me
So they do me shit, it's time to dead it
I'm what ya don't do even if Simon it

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

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

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

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

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

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

The wake, it's the wake here
before the funeral, nigga
They me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral
I'm these niggas

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

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