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It really was all Drama's fault, I had the mixtape done
He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the
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 wanna my condolences
off I wanna send my condolences
Rest in to the competition, yeah

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

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 confusion, you niggas are not me
I am an illusion, what you cannot see
So me like a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C
We don't play when we roll, no
And I you niggas, no Nazi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This will be fun, tree fam nigga, affiliates, nice