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It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the done
He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm to go to the Bahamas
Bahamas? Nigga, we got to do
We gotta finish killin' the fuckin'
We can the funeral service

off I wanna send my condolences
First off I wanna send my
First off I send my condolences
Rest in peace to the competition,

Rest in to the competition
What's up, Drama? know 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 on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am everything these fuck niggas, not
I am logged on to 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 picture me a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C
We don't play we roll, no Yahtzee
And I you niggas, no Nazi

But the holocaust, rap genocide, yeah
Ike Turner take that bitch slaps in the
My shorty tellin' me, the competition boo
And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2,

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

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

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

Good mornin', sir, I goodnight,
Y'all on death row, I Knight, niggas
Time to depart, I flights, nigga
Wassup son? What it look like,

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

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

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

The wake, the wake right here
Come before the funeral,
They call me fab, nigga, a.k.a Young Funeral
I'm these niggas

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

This will be fun, tree fam nigga, affiliates, nice