Man At The Funeral Home

(الألبوم: 1034 - 2019)

(This is Jay P Bangz)

Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seeing dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seeing dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery

Only time'll tell if the real prevail
I gotta make it to Heaven 'cause I'm living in Hell
They still throw us in jail for protecting ourself
And never teach us in school 'bout generational wealth
So by the time he 14, he got a strap on his belt
Nobody heard his silent pleas when he was asking for help
So you can never feel the pain that his mama felt
People crying, stand around in the lobby
And they want her to ID the body
Plus his lil' brother wanna copy his lifestyle
He on his way to buy a gun, nigga, right now
Put it on the gang gang, he gon' knock a nigga down
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seeing dollar signs, dollar signs
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seeing dollar signs

Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seeing dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seeing dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery

Only time will tell if the real prevail
Some niggas make it to Heaven, some niggas make it to Hell
Some niggas make it to college, some niggas make it to jail
Some niggas buy it to smoke, some niggas buy it to sell
I split the pot with my niggas, some niggas in it for self
Held my own up in Rita, I was up in there for cells
Watching life fade away, rotting behind cells
I'm broke, Deuce broke, no, I can't bail
Now crackers getting rich off our motherfucking misery
Damn, cracker kill 'em, put 'em out they motherfucking memory
When I die, wonder will my bitch still remember me?
Will she cry? Will she go fuck one of my enemies?
Bitch, do you love me like you say you love me?
Bitch, I'm stressing, I just need for you to hug me
Whole fam fucked up
The man at the funeral home just see a quick back

Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seeing dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seeing dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery