Funeral - Ransom, VDon

Fuck around it might be yours, make a quick detour

So be sure, don’t talk to no bitches and try to creep off

They’ll blow your head clean off, this is for the streets dog

Lesson one in staying alive, you can’t be soft

Don’t care if it’s a few of you, 'cause God will take two of you

We through with you, lord forgive us another (funeral)

More times than not it’s niggas that’s real cool with you

Probably drunk a brew or two and now niggas is shooting you

They say «keep your enemies closer», I don’t buy it

'Cause it’ll be your closest of niggas that’s gon' try it

And if you starving the block, giving 'em slow diets

Than you better keep a gun big enough to control riots

Foul what them Ruger’s do, no black and blue for you

Who was you?

Looks like we having another (funeral)

This for niggas that be cool with them hands

Keep them shits in your pockets, these lil niggas try ruin your plans

Quick lesson if you’re moving them grams

Always keep the tool in your pants

'Cause it ain’t got no use in a van

And oh yeah watch these hateful bitches

Looking straight delicious but be cool these little snakes is vicious

Hot slugs can replace the kisses, never lace your mistress

Turn around there’s ten apes with biscuits

Ever been inside a place where every face suspicious?

Bust your gun and leave no trace for witness

It’s a (funeral)…

A young mans fatality’s a harboured reality

What’s sad to me, people will come together in tragedy

How do you keep yourself from being another casualty?

The streets and the savagery killing us all gradually

Can’t be amusing you, this shit is too brutal dude

Shoot your hoops, don’t play a part in the next (funeral)

Unless you got your back to the wall

'Cause niggas ain’t gon' actually brawl

These brothers putting gats to your jaws

Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open for guys loc-ing

When the five smoking it’ll be leaving you wide open

And when you on the block keep your gat in your skully

'Cause niggas coming for your packs and your money

That’s real accurate cuddy

I’m not delusional, this ain’t no illusion dude

Screw the booth, I just came from a niggas (funeral)

Everybody weeping, killed him for no reason

And half the people there gon' forget him by next weekend

The fam’s still grieving, wish he was still breathing

And no matter how much they prey his soul will be still leaving

The devil having fun with it now

His mom dukes spent her life savings just to put her son in the ground

I don’t know how I can stomach it now

I got a gut feeling 'bout the world, God’s gon' punish it now

And it’s bad enough losing you, I’ll show you what stupid do

Take something that’s beautiful and turn it to a (funeral)