Beautiful Funeral

"It's ya boy, Born Sinner And shout out to the M.A.F.I.A" How you gone bring yo niggas into battle? You must be the worst president of a company ever! They are not prepared and you are not prepared! Got a whole pack of black n mild Still wants smoke Category 5 soft I ain't hear one bloke You don't follow my ass but you stalk my IG Maybe you should suck my dick Till ya pen game choke M.A.F.I.A bitch You don't wanna provoke We against our government But wait you my foe Category 5? Wait! That's a hurricane right Put two and two together That's weather control Ain't you posed to make noise? Wait ? Huh? What? Baby girl your tropical storms weak You huffing and puffing and talking yo shit Whats a hurricane that can't blow the shoes off my feet Or the spikes off my cleats or these hoes out my sheets Boy ya pen game sweet You cannot defeat So you're the president Of your company Then I recommend That you get impeached My flow is amazing Yours is horrendous Your lyrics are trash And mine are stupendous Its not an accident Like your in a car When your preferred sex Means you get rear ended You said your gonna murder me Guess you pretended Act like you never herd of me I'm so offended You try to flick the bird at me Don't say another word to me Unless its under urgency You're FAM suspended The don of the M.A.F.I.A What you expected Your lyrically better Now you stand corrected You sent me a diss I'm still unaffected But still be relentless You couldn't end it Bring your whole crew The whole damn collective “Wait leave snap alone” Man your so protective But you got it wrong There's no beef with snap I don't mean a chain When you must be neck less Na I'm just playing Your family I meant it My brother I love you My loyalty’s endless But battling me And realizing you lost Man do you need a hug Cuz this here gone end friendships You have just awoken a beast That's bad timing Telling people you rap better Bitch quite lying I didn’t even write this part I’m free styling Until we hear sirens My whole team is firing I picked up your slack When you needed help writing You needed producers I made you their client They don't show you love in your hood Till I'm with you But bro just relax and don't start Acting violent I know how you act nigga I'ma keep it a stack with ya, When I left town and there was no one round Ya friends fell back now your circle slimmer Lets go round for round Number 1 contender Your heart in the blender I am no pretender I'm the don and you see it Martyr so I'll be it Fuck a gang member I don't surrender Beefing since November I still haven't lost Your expired juice Bitch I got the sauce You can gasp for air I still haven’t paused Nigga suck my dick Hold up homie pause I just herd your diss Talking bout my dick Keep it out ya jaw People hear you talk Shut ya dick sucker Okay bitch bark Anybody looking Beat you after dark Stop ya fucking crying Someone called the law Now you safe stupid No worries at all You had just got bodied They say I’m involved Nigga you just lost Look at what it caused Oh you must be lost Hang em by a cross Hang that by a noose Watch him as he falls Category 5 Sorry for your loss Sin without a cause I'm trying to explain You must be sick in the brain Thinking that I could be tamed I treat authority like its a game When I open up I'ma speak about pain I'm sorry that things ain't the same But if I'm on ya blocka with that pocket rocket I'm a cock it back aim Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! I cant believe you say you better I'm under the weather Rainy days with no umbrella Actin tough like Bruce Banner But you more like Caitlin Jenner Let's agree to disagree Your career is on the stretcher Child of Ogun I thank the lord that I've been blessed Try and shoot ya shot But make sure this time its your best And stop aiming for my heart Nigga I still wear a vest and You cannot contest the living don put you to rest I'll chew you up and spit you out Your temper tantrum cry n pout That makes you win huh Mr.Sin Go spit them feelings out ya mouth I'm sick like snot up out ya snout You mention me you chasin' clout Now who gone win Rabz or Sin Now clear ya thoughts whats this about You lyrically could never reach And I'm on top and you're beneath We got in a argument And your pride wont except defeat Your punch ins way too obvious Pay an engineer your cheap Your music gets no play Mine is in those cars like gasoline Now you're fucked No Vaseline You don't believe me ask ya team Bié shuōle What a beautiful funeral What a beautiful funeral What a beautiful funeral What a beautiful funeral What a beautiful funeral