The Funeral

[Intro]
Lay it down
Lay it down
[?] funeral one day
[?] time
You ready?
Story is like this

[Verse 1]
The funeral now wants a piece of the action, fuck relaxing
I ain't been to a funeral since Jackson
Known shit
I ain't going to my own shit
Trying to figure out, what the fuck they calling me for?
It's a death detour
Kinda funny (Haha)
Could it be my mom trying to kill me for insurance money?

[Interlude 1]
(Whoa whoa whoa) Hold up let me clear that up
I ain't saying my mother killed me for insurance money but uhh, (Uh-uh)
That's the story... anyway

[Verse 2]
That chick years ago killed her parents and got rich
Set their house on fire then watched them lynch (Crazy)
Ever since, it's been nothing but black clouds and black cats
And every night I see a old man with black slacks (Hello? Hello?)
An ex-preacher rapes his niece but who cares
For 15 years I ran down the stairs he disappears
But I often smell a coffin
Before I hop in it (Death's calling)
Ain't no stopping it
Maybe death is coming cause they did things different (Like what?)
Like killed you in your crib right in front of your infants (Oh man)
Right next to the crib, with the blood on the bib
They energize like the generator throw you down the incinerator (Crazy, crazy)
I'm no imitator (No)
I'm straight veil for it black and got a hole in it
When I fell through
But I must you tell you
Ain't shit they can do to me that hasn't been done under the dirt
Or under the gun
I'm not gonna run
So pull your four four out your holsters (Holsters)
Cock back one time and call Ghostbusters
I know hustlers that been killed for spilt like Obi dressed in silk
I thought he was built till his brain flew
Should of seen the way his head tilt
Poor Papi
I wonder how he filled up in the autopsy
I'm glossy looking like a fossil up in heaven singing gospel
While I'm at home with these wearing rosary beads
Those his keys?
Should have been given to me
So I can flip'em in a dream
Bail straight outta Hell and move to Fort Lauderdale
Where death can't tell if your dead or alive
I've seen many shot and stab and some survived
The funeral (funeral), Man the funeral

[Interlude 2]
It's crazy out-
It's crazy out there man
Everybody gon have a funeral one day
[?] straight cold
These people out here (These motherfuckers out there man)
They don't care about your families
They don't care about they selves
I'm just bringing that up to you
[?] their woman
We got people killing their own fucking families

[Bridge]
The funeral now wants a piece of the action, fuck relaxing
I ain't been to a funeral since Jackson
Known shit
I ain't going to my own shit (Own shit)

[Outro]
When I say I ain't going to my own shit, I mean uhh...
I ain't going to my own funeral so umm...
[?] chilling forever
I don't know how you want me to do it, you know what I'm saying?
[?] rock
Haha
It's crazy
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Crazy
Crazy