The Funeral

Lay down Lay it down (Tell him I got the sauce) (It's my time) yeah You ready? (Stories like this) now The funeral Now who wants a piece of the action? Fuck relaxing, I ain't been to a funeral since Jackson's Known shit I ain't going to my own shit Tryna figure out, what the fuck they calling me for? It's a death detour Kinda funny (ahah) Could it be my mom tryna kill me for insurance money? (oh) Hold up, let me clear it up I ain't saying my mother killed me for insurance money but, uh, that's the story Anyway That chick years ago, killed her parents and got rich Set they house on fire, then watched them lynch Ever since, it's been nothin' but black clouds and black cats And every night I see a old man with black slacks (hello) A ex-preacher raped his niece but who cares? For 15 years I ran down the stairs, he disappears But I often smell a coffin 'Fore I hop in it Death's calling, ain't no stopping it Maybe death is coming 'cause they did things different Like killed you in the crib, right in front of your infants Right next to the crib, with the blood on the bib Then energize like a generator Throw you down, incinerator I'm no imitator I'm straight veil for it Black and got a hole in it When I fell through But I must tell you Ain't shit that they can do to me that hasn't been done Under the dirt or under the gun I'm not gon' run So pull your 44s out your holsters Cock back one time and call Ghostbusters I know hustlers that's been killed for spilt milk Always dressed in silk I thought he was built Until his brain spilt Should have seen how his head tilt Poor papi I wonder how he feel us in the autopsy Probably glossy Looking like a fossil up in heaven, singing gospel While I'm in Hell with thieves wearing rosary beads Those his keys? Should have been given to me So I can flip 'em in a dream Bail straight outta Hell and move to Fort Lauderdale Where niggas can't tell if you're dead or alive I've seen many shot and stabbed and some survived The funeral, funeral Man, the funeral (Crazy out, crazy, cray) (It's crazy out there, man) Everybody gon' have a funeral one day (straight cold) These people out here (a lot of crazy motherfuckers out there, man) They don't care about your families They don't care about theyself (I'm just bringing it up, to you) We got freaks raping women (Something crazy) We got people killing they own fucking family The funeral Now who wants a piece of the action? Fuck relaxing, I ain't been to a funeral since Jackson's Known shit I ain't going to my own shit When I say I ain't going to my own shit I mean, uh I ain't gonna attend my own funeral, so, uh (Good thing I'ma be sittin' in the front row) I don't know how y'all want me to do it, you know what I'm sayin'? Rah, yeah It's crazy Yeah Yeah (Crazy, yeah) (Ooh) (Crazy, yeah, yeah) (Crazy)