Lyrics:
in my funeral
Bury me in my jewels so niggas know my life was beautiful (ha)
Illest to write it, all challengers are invited (uh-huh)
They all was
tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By
the batty guy lie dead
Two shots dead to him chin, enemy or friend
Fake the funk, I put the junk to an end
Now who the rude bwoy wan' come test, doh?
I
guy lie dead
Two shots dead to him chin, enemy or friend
Fake the funk, I put the junk to an end
Now who the rude bwoy wan' come test, doh?
I find
Hyde by night
Scum!
If you're under 20 and seeking the 'D'
Then look no further my man will meet all of your needs
Texts you all day, never leaves you
(let's go)
I feel Like Stephen Craig (yeah)
Put a bounty on you now your man's dead (bitch)
Niggas be talking that shit till they end up in the mother
no P cah you got no tunes
Mind who you're calling Boo, them gyal get around man and move all loose
Mind who you're talking to, you'll be shocked by
weight so bury it
It don't make you a man
A martyr or a heretic
But you can't understand
When you're in the thick of it
You're just drawing plans
and fucks us all
It fucks us all
They stand amongst the dead
Awaiting, a man dressed in red
A smile so electrifying
Bones decaying
An apocalypse would save
when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got niggas fearing, fuck what you heard, this what you
vision, tiger soul, anonymous alacrity
And pulse
Held together by a beached bucket of bolts
I’m here to bleach masker lust
And touch false allegations
Where
Staying out, don't need no sleep
I'll sleep when I'm dead you can bury me
I'll sleep when I'm dead you can bury me
I guess I'm going home
'Cause all
the Hiroshima, Japan
Movin niggas out the hood and just divide em with fam
Hey yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man
About the dick like the horse
"You talk like a fucking punk, Q"
"Fuck you, man!" "Yo, chill!"
"No, fuck chill! Check yourself, Q!
You gotta snap some collars and
Let them
of sin
Saved by the traitors gate
A man betrayed for treason
I only wanted what was right
To bring a purpose by rebellion
The storm is soon arriving
of stone
But inside of this HELL I'm so broken
Ya I'm a dead man walking
I'm a death row inmate of your love
Imprisoned by your wicked heart
Waiting for
though pinokio had to live up the awe
Men of the year, we are lifted not aside
Men in afrique, we are chosen by the blacks
World that we live know
chevey sittin' high, by matchin'corna' ties, michael jordans mounted up dats 23's
On da ride(jizzal man) I got man in da trunk, I'm workin' da alpine,
I got da chevey sittin' high, by matchin' corna' ties, Michael Jordans mounted up dats 23's
On da ride (jizzal man)
I got a man in da trunk, I'm
on my fuckin' so I ride and I
Swerve, but we too clean fo da
Fuckin' street so I park on the kerb
[chorus x2]
[verse 2]
I got da chevey sittin' high, by
7,
Build them, praise them, bury them, dead them,
I was born to be half a man with half a chance,
My heart is in halves,
Half is righteous, half is
the root of the problem//
“Proud Boys, stand back and stand by”
Everything out that man’s trap was a damn lie
He ain’t give a crap, nigga, if your fam died
Young Sinatra
It's like this, man, niggas, man
Niggas know not to fuck around with this shit though
I don't give a fuck how nasty niggas get
Nah son
many die
Those who survive soon will suffocate
By the poisons we create
Each will dig their own graves
And bury themselves in life's failures
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