Funerals ft. Mob Rule Lyrics

I'm ready to die for this

My life is this

Give me a vest and I'll ride for this

Been with the rhythm like it's in my denim my DNA demonstrate why this is

I can tell they losing focus

I ain't one to follow suit, no

I ain't even really notice, why

Cuz I ain't out here trynna lose, I pick apart minds with this

Straight out the dark, shedding some light with this

They don't want peace, they don't want war

Either way nigga I'm fine with it

Pick up your weapon I'll teach you a lesson I put all the stressing and tension aside

Get to confessing in search for the blessing then straight to the session and catch me a vibe

Hop in the whip

Tell em I'm off of my shit

I got em all on my dick

Straight off the rip

I get the call then I dip

Never not once do I slip

But I must admit, I can see changes

I just adjust to the lane switch

Niggas as fake as they as they name is

I ain't involved with that lame shit

Like pardon me if I ain't wanna meet another wannabe I gotta go

Fuck these niggas and these bitches I am bout the digits I ain't one to get broke

Tell it to the wise look up to the sky I ain't gotta try nigga get more

Tell it to the wise look up to the sky I ain't gotta try nigga get more

Them my forces nigga move quick like porsches fuck around might endorse this

Never know where my storm hit

Got a chip on my shoulder got a big dick like boulder

Got a bad bitch like Doja and I know yeah I know that she goin hold me down

Bag the body homie heard the police knocking at the door

So kill the party douse the dodi you know they'll be back for more

This how it go it's sad I know and all these kids with they computers bro

Shit just getting worse these labels banking off they funerals

Bag the body homie heard the police knocking at the door

So kill the party douse the dodi you know they'll be back for more

This how it go it's sad I know and all these kids with they computers bro

Shit just getting worse these labels banking off they funerals

They goin get to buzzin when ya POP, OFF

Kick you hundreds in the function like you TOP, DAWG

Kick the bucket on that fuck shit watch the TOP, DROP

End of discussion under buses and they LOCK, JAW, WASSUP

I, don't give, a fuck if these labels ain't signing me time to be getting this all my self

Building my dynasty goin need my privacy from all these A&R's wanting my wealth

I say to myself

They ain't be praying for me, they ain't be praying for me

So niggas want hell

I could be saving me, but I could be saving me

Bag the body homie heard the police knocking at the door

So kill the party douse the dodi you know they'll be back for more

This how it go it's sad I know and all these kids with they computers bro

Shit just getting worse these labels banking off they funerals

Bag the body homie heard the police knocking at the door

So kill the party douse the dodi you know they'll be back for more

This how it go it's sad I know and all these kids with they computers bro

Shit just getting worse these labels banking off they funerals