Lyrics:
Funeral
(Tommy Collins)
(Spoken)
Let me tell you about a man Tommy Collins
A veteran in country music who interrputed his career by his own choice
you're ever single
In the future and you want to come visit me in California
I would be open to spending time with you and finding
Out how old you were
you're ever single
In the future and you want to come visit me in California
I would be open to spending time with you and finding
Out how old you were
barracudas, you dig?
Bout one hundred on ya fitted, Staten Island, we back
I said we back for this music and the mission is rap
Coalitions, yo they
will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable
Unapproachable, constant in the darkness
Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction
With no
name and then beg?
Nah, we don't feel sorry for niggas, get bread
'Cause for them California Kings, we slept in a twin bed (ah)
What's a king
pornographic images, in which you will always be the star
Untouchable, unapproachable, constant in a darkness, in a darkness
Nursing an erection, a misplaced
regal sipping on a gold can
Gun tucked like the fetal, position
Top Dawg coalition coexisting
With the coldest
You ever quoted from California district
and Snoop stayin' multi
My career in fifth gear while y'all's dyin'
You thinkin' California all sun and surf, for sho'
I can see you walkin' under
Funky fresh on the muthafuckin microphone
Bitch
And it don't stop
To the beat, baby
Oakland, California is in the house
Bitch
I tell you,
six-fo'
Niggas endin they careers tryin to shut me up
Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up
The West Coast still dippin
Game still Bloodin,
Nah we don't feel sorry for niggas get ready
'Cause for them California kings we
Slept in the twenty bag
What's king to a God nigga?
I'm gon' live
done my first career (huh) nursing yeah
Now I'm sitting here thinking 'bout the work I put in
This verse from the everyday working woman
[Chorus]
I put
as Martin Luther King
In the penitent, aiming for my dreams
Till a bullet bounce off
One of my deep thoughts
And hit a nigga in the spleen
I got it in my
changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people's champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my raps
know who we are, Top Dawg generals
I thank God for rap
My career was being a criminal bLISS
New level Hip Hop
Where my shovel? Let me convince Nas
Dig
for a real thug
This is not a game
I'm from Compton too, shoutout to Game
Give me a pair of shoes
Finna skydive off the peak of my career
Though it's
for fifty seconds
Last night
I spent twelve hours inside a session
Came up with shit, writer's block
Niggas up in this dressing like
"Who the fuck
pornographic images,
In which you will always be the star.
Untouchable, unapproachable,
Constant in the darkness... in the darkness.
Nursing an erection;
I've birthed the careers of almost,
every hot rapper in the past 20 years,
you would think dudes happily, would name a school after me,
but instead they
ethereal, FM stereo to XM radio
What does it mean
Ethereal? Hmm either heavenly or spiritual
Extreme, delicately light in a way that
Seems too perfect for
to learn to keep
And they'd clip the ear of any idle kid who went to sleep
And my father organized for me a college in the east
But I went to California
to learn to keep
And they'd clip the ear of any idle kid who went to sleep
And my father organized for me a college in the east
But I went to California
on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy, short-body Caddys
Uncles named Larry, that really never grabbed me
My
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