Man at the Funeral Home
Lil Blood, J. Stalin
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Whole family traumatized Man at the funeral home He seein' 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 seein' 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 livin' in Hell They still throw us in Jail for protectin' 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 askin' for help So you can never feel the Pain that his mama felt People cryin', 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 seein' dollar signs, dollar signs Whole family traumatized Man at the funeral home He seein' dollar signs Whole family traumatized Man at the funeral home He seein' 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 seein' 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 Watchin' life fade away, rottin' behind cells I'm broke, Deuce broke, no, I can't bail Now crackers gettin' rich off Our motherfuckin' misery Damn, cracker kill 'em Put 'em out they motherfuckin' memory When I die Wonder will my bitch still remember me? Will she cry? Will she go F*ck one of my enemies? Bitch, do you love me like You say you love me? Bitch, I'm stressin' 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 seein' 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 seein' dollar signs, dollar signs And they get rich up off our misery, misery And they get rich up off our misery, misery
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