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It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the 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 send my condolences
First off I wanna my condolences
First off I send my condolences
in peace to the competition, yeah

Rest in to the competition
What's up, Drama? Y'all what this is right?

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 everything fuck niggas, not Drama
I am on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am these fuck niggas, not Drama

be some confusion, you niggas are not me
I am an illusion, really what you see
So me like 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 in the ride
My shorty me, kill the competition boo
And I be tellin' her There Is No 2, nice

There Is No 2
It's good to up look in the mirror
And the only you

And even that nigga seein' me
My reflection have a hard bein' me
So they tryna do me shit, time to dead it
I'm what ya don't do even if Simon it

I 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's credit
And my watch is sick but I have no time for
Black ice in the Ottomar, this is order bra
I call the jeweler up, then I call the coroner

My car is foreigner, my is from Florida
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 book flights,
Wassup son? it look like, nigga?

dress, black suits, black shades, black boots
Black truck, black coupe, guns blow, flutes
Black card, jewels, black party bag
Black Friday, throw it in a bag

Barbie, that's what I call my black braud
African plug, that's what I call a chord
Get ya sharps, get ya flats, that's the keys
slick'll get ya holes in ya black tees

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

The wake, it's the wake right
Come before the funeral,
They me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral
I'm killing these

And I'm the undertaker,
With the in the bag
All niggas is dead
You around, they're all dead

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