Funeral Music

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Pone Pacino

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I don't know, man, it just feels different this time
Made some money, slipped up, became a junkie
Caught some felony cases, ate Zaybo lunchmeat
Watched all my friends die or change in front me
Ride around with that desert bird in the front seat
The four-pound BLOWS! it just goes so loud
Hit you dead in the center, knock a hole in you out
The penitentiary walk, and they rolling you out
No more orange jumpsuit, they promoting you now
I done fucked up some shit, in my life that's unfixable
Every day grinding in the streets like a ritual
Trapping just within a thousand yards of a middle school
Now that I look back, all my life it was pitiful
I twisted in full circle, down a spiral that's miserable
But anyone can go against the odds, I'm living proof
I'm giving you facts of the life that I'm living through
My life's an open book, the only thing that I mention's truth
You fall down, and then you get back up
Brush your shoulders off, there's no such thing as bad luck
You got one life to live, so you live to the fullest
Cause one day you here the next day it's funeral music
You fall down, and then you get back up
Brush your shoulders off, there's no such thing as bad luck
I've made some mistakes, but that's a thing in the past
Today I'm trying to do right, but karma's chasing my ass
My pops was a killer, so my judgment was clouded
To be a doctor, a lawyer, yeah buddy, I doubt it
I'd rather hit the streets, start beef and get rowdy
Wildin' with all my third street motherfuckers around me
I remember my first pistol, .38 special
I used to hide that motherfucker in the wall by the dresser
Then I started hustling, pushing weight like a wrestler
Hustled pills, weed, and even made it snow like the weather
I wasn't feeling the change, cause I was all about dollars
Fucking your main broad somewhere, popping my collar
Graduated the streets, so to me I'm a scholar
Growing up, we idolized pushers and ballers
Me and my brother Cheese out there slanging that loose pack
Twenty dollars or better, everything else was loose rap
We was ready for war, everyone in my crew strapped
Nobody could stop us, even Mama Dukes knew that
You fall down, and then you get back up
Brush your shoulders off, there's no such thing as bad luck
You got one life to live, so you live to the fullest
Cause one day you here the next day it's funeral music
You fall down, and then you get back up
Brush your shoulders off, there's no such thing as bad luck
I've made some mistakes, but that's a thing in the past
Today I'm trying to do right, but karma's chasing my ass
I've sold drugs, did drugs, and ruined some lives
However, I never thought that I could do it to mine
Twenty-four years old, now I'm doing some time
My wife jumped ship, friends is losing their lives
I really hate the fact that I put stress on my mama
I promise I'ma do it right before you die in your honor
I'ma show you paychecks with major zeros and commas
No more living in the streets within reach of the llama
Gotta get it right, talk to God at night
Demons out of sight, all I know is fight
So it's right, fill my appetite
Lyrics that I write give me light
In the game, despite the haters trying to bite
Every move I'm making in my life, never will I bend, never fold
Pone is in control of the destiny that I behold
Bruh, I'm on a roll
Cheese, I feel alone
Bruh, it's cold, may God rest your soul
Even though you're gone, bruh, I know you got an eye on Pone
Monster in the game, stayed the same, never change a thing
Prison set me back, can't complain, that just ain't my thang
Had to make a change, and my change is making major change
See a lot of lames in my lane, better make some space
Never be replaced, cause my place is forever saved
A lot of new jacks in the game, but they in the way
Y'all need to move and make room, cause today's the day
You jerks see the roots of the truth, your funeral music plays
You fall down, and then you get back up
Brush your shoulders off, there's no such thing as bad luck
You got one life to live, so you live to the fullest
Cause one day you here the next day it's funeral music
You fall down, and then you get back up
Brush your shoulders off, there's no such thing as bad luck
I've made some mistakes, but that's a thing in the past
Today I'm trying to do right, but karma's chasing my ass
You fall down, and then you get back up
Brush your shoulders off, there's no such thing as bad luck
You got one life to live, so you live to the fullest
Cause one day you here the next day it's funeral music
You fall down, and then you get back up
Brush your shoulders off, there's no such thing as bad luck
I've made some mistakes, but that's a thing in the past
Today I'm trying to do right, but karma's chasing my ass
R.I.P. Dennis James Isaacs, Big Cheese the Hoogie and everyone else we've lost along the way

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