Funeral Arrangements
(专辑: The Shadow In The Shade - 2022)
It slows his fall And don't say you know now how it felt You've been preaching about me dying Preaching about my son on the
cross But I
know, know Ayy, rest in peace (Rest in peace) Dearly departed and deceased, yeah-yeah Yellow tape and white sheets (White sheets), yeah Six feet underneath us I'll— I'll dead you Yeah, I'll dead you (Ayy) Rest in peace (R.I.P.) Dearly departed and deceased, yeah-yeah (Banks, uh) Witness direct effects of the
savage life Feel a
hundred times that's went in my favor, feels like a
sacrifice Fully-auto in your lap despite In the
ghetto when the
pavement built up an appetite So the
grave site's familiar, don't need your hazard lights Corners'll put you back to ice You can chill 'em, but karma comes with a
package price And death comes in threes, blessings subtract it twice Flashbacks of your past advice Flowers over your casket nice But you leaving it down bad, battered bitch with a
bastard, right? You gotta pick up when your time's calling If that's your man, you slide for 'em You frauding with your weak ass Here for the
food and weed pass You back to normal, weak pass You took a
knee in front of his dome, he helped you on your feet fast Ain't it that bitch? You the
captain, what part of the
flight is this? You needing a
hand, then you better, you like to wish That ain't the
plan, fuck your hand, them bloodsuckers'll bite your wrist All of your [?] ride or die know you the
type to switch Keep your prayer hands in your captions, you shouldn't be typing shit Ayy, rest in peace (Rest in peace) Dearly departed and deceased, yeah-yeah Yellow tape and white sheets (White sheets), yeah Six feet underneath us I'll— I'll dead you Yeah, I'll dead you (Ayy) Rest in peace (R.I.P.) Dearly departed and deceased, yeah-yeah Finally having conversations in the
mirror Started looking at myself instead of blaming all my niggas, word Yeah, or tryna change up for a
difference Or speak about the
way that you been living They say don't have regrets, you can't erase the
things you did when you was younger Now the
suspect is about to play the
victim Remember the
code, old evil you When you was too busy to see that your bro needed you And don't pretend that you don't know, it's only me and you Like hoes that'll comment on posts, but won't DM you Used to steal gas, drive off to see your moms travel And you've never seen none of your kids born, have you? All that speculating on how you a
father, but you fake But never told the
world that your daughter met you late Pause it, wait Yeah, went from rings to Kayla Then from Kayla to Braylyn, then from Braylyn right back to Kayla Just say you a
player, just say you ain't really love 'em the
way you portray it If you gon' cut to the
basket, just make all your layups How you break all them commandments before you say your prayers? How you make friends with the
devil just so you make some paper? And legal troubles, I
get that you was tryna lead a
struggle But what about all the
people you hustle? All the
pieces you tumbled and fumbled to feast in this jungle Don't hide from reflections beneath the
puddle I
was you 'til I
murdered you, I'm a
murderer Homicide slash suicide, I'm a
burglar-er Stole the
vibe that you was living in, now it's personal Naptime, it's a
flatline, that's affirmative Ayy, rest in peace (Rest in peace) Dearly departed and deceased, yeah-yeah Yellow tape and white sheets (White sheets), yeah Six feet underneath us I'll— I'll dead you Yeah, I'll dead you (Ayy) Rest in peace (R.I.P.) Dearly departed and deceased, yeah-yeah Still in the
hood, niggas hateful I
made it I
just pray they pay me no mind when I'm making my payments Real lyrics and songs that come out of fake entertainers If a
funeral's what you need, I
can make the
arrangements Forsasking the
plaintiffs and the
judge and jury If the
gloves don't fit, I'll split in a
fucking fury These niggas do nothing for me Try to box me in, if you win, it comes with an asterisk I
never went to class, but refuse to remain classless If life is a
movie, I'm fucking the
main actress Now I
need you to sit calm or a
casket is what your cast gets I
hunt 'em like Katniss, but I
don't play them Hunger Games Soon as they see my tracklist, these niggas catch stomach pains Ashes to ashes, bodies in furnaces, tie me a
turniquet A
trip to the
sky'll be permanent, Sy, he encouraged it I
guess that makes him the
Devil's advocate That force tried to invade these streets and was met with savages You can call me the
catalyst, a
lead strategist Work my hands 'til they get callouses, checks and balances I
was taught to respect the
challenges Silent talks with the
reaper said I'm a
keeper Now I
guess I
know what the
challenge is Yeah, while these niggas remain boring I'm about to conjure these demons like Anna Lorraine Warren I
dread when that pain's calling, this the
last time You ain't never affect the
game, I
ain't interested in your stat line You talk about your age and, like, you past prime Sub you out before halftime, sending your soul to God'll be my last crime That's 'cause you fronting, in your raps lying Body drop, mind blown, heart stopped, eyes closed, flatline