The Wake(Album Version (Explicit))

歌詞

It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape done He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the Bahamas Bahamas? Nigga, we got work to do We gotta finish killin' the fuckin' competition We can start the funeral service First off I wanna send my condolences First off I wanna send my condolences First off I wanna send my condolences Rest in peace to the competition, yeah Rest in peace to the competition What's up, Drama? Y'all know what this is right? Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz Da, da grillz, da, da, da, da, da I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama Must be some confusion, you niggas are not me I am an illusion, really what you cannot see So picture me like a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C We don't play when we roll, no Yahtzee And I hate you niggas, no Nazi But this the holocaust, rap genocide, yeah Ike Turner take that bitch slaps in the ride My shorty tellin' me, kill the competition boo And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2, nice There Is No Competition 2 It's good to wake up look in the mirror And the only competition's you And even that nigga ain't seein' me My reflection have a hard time bein' me So they tryna do me shit, it's time to dead it I'm what ya don't do even if Simon said it I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's credit And my watch is sick but I have no time for medics Black ice in the Ottomar, this is custom order bra First I call the jeweler up, then I call the coroner My car is foreigner, my bitch is from Florida I killed the pussy last night so now her man is mournin' her Good mornin', sir, I goodnight, niggas Y'all on death row, I Suge Knight, niggas Time to depart, I book flights, nigga Wassup son? What it look like, nigga? Black dress, black suits, black shades, black boots Black truck, black coupe, guns blow, black flutes Black card, black jewels, black party bag Black Friday, throw it in a body bag Black Barbie, that's what I call my black braud African plug, that's what I call a black chord Get ya sharps, get ya flats, that's the black keys Gettin' slick'll get ya holes in ya black tees Black limos, black town cars, black hearses Black register books signed in black cursive Black tears, white tissues outta black purses That's procedure when I'm sendin' back verses The wake, it's the wake right here Come before the funeral, nigga They call me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral I'm killing these niggas And I'm the undertaker, Drama With the body in the bag All these niggas is dead You look around, they're all dead This will be fun, it's tree fam nigga, affiliates, nice