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Dope My Funeral

, free at last I feel the pressure letting go from the very bottom, of my soul. Flesh and bone fall to past like the ashes in the rain. And fade away... It's my Funeral

, free at last I feel the pressure letting go from the very bottom, of my soul. Flesh and bone fall to past like the ashes in the rain. And fade away... It's my Funeral

Left the city, my mama, she said don't come back home. These kids round killing each other, they lost their minds, they gone. They quitting school, making

these rap niggas Custom made casket for your motherfucking funeral Keep the women with me Shit I gotta keep like two or more Party everyday ,like we won the fucking Superbowl Chilling with my

My nigga just entered your business, so can I get a witness? Can you duck? Fuck the po-po, pow Startin' to kick this, gonna get my shit, and then you

but I just can't get right I lay in bed lookin' up at the ceiling As the fan turns in a circle thinkin' 'bout my evil Seein' end on my TV, bombs in the

how it is, Cig's in the whole crib Dope that told pigs, live with broke ribs Or went and got a dirt with the worms With the result of the codes, packed funeral

they can change too Return to the earth as gairule, hostin my own funeral Lookin unusual, may the earth choke and spit up my coffin Use my body as an offering, God bless my

' my mind Right then the corpse came jumpin' out a tree Way out a tree and fallin' on top of me Back on my feet, a zombie in my face Lift my hands around