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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 the fuckin' competition
We can start the funeral

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

Must be confusion, you niggas are not me
I am an illusion, really what you 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 the holocaust, rap genocide, yeah
Ike Turner take that bitch slaps in the
My shorty me, kill the competition boo
And I be tellin' her There Is No 2, nice

There Is No 2
good to wake up look in the mirror
And the competition's you

And that nigga ain't seein' me
My reflection have a hard time me
So tryna do me shit, it's time 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 watch is sick but I have no time for
Black ice in the Ottomar, is custom order bra
First I call the jeweler up, I call the coroner

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

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

Black dress, black suits, black shades, black
truck, black 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 I call a black chord
Get ya sharps, get ya flats, that's the keys
Gettin' slick'll get ya holes in ya black

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

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

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

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