Lyrics:
down, and we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get 'em buried, I'm gon' get 'em knocked off
Okay, Ace
Horsemen our pall bearers
Riding nightmares of purebred belief
In the coming apocalypse
Existential terror
Furies spit on grave endeavours
The world is
this money imma spend it but make it back
Yeah
Once you say it can't take it back
Got some homies in the ground
Roses grow where they at
Yeah
Pall bearer
six feet deep
This is the funeral as we proceed
I'm pall bearer til your buried while your folks bereave
And the epitaph of your headstone reads
Another
love
In a grave caused by jealousy
Here lies love
In a grave caused by jealousy
Hate was a pall bearer
And on the tombstone was written misery
It was
order like a fucked the sequence
Nothin changes I’m making mistakes like a bold error
Carry deadweight like a pall-bearer pall-bearer
Count this
they just pall bearers
And if we ball catch us, remember sip slow, live fast
Young Money, stay young I been Cash Money since day one, Tunechi
No new
they just pall bearers
And if we ball catch us, remember sip slow, live fast
Young Money, stay young I been Cash Money since day one, Tunechi
No new
Y'all bitches don't want beef like vegans
I don't have a care and if I do I take care of it
Haters dead waiting I ain't with that pall bearer shit
critical
You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you
When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
When it's hot, I'm blastin, it's the Roc, you
to the buryin' ground
I followed my daddy to the buryin' ground
I watched the pall bearers slowly let him down
That was the last time I saw my daddy's face
Y'all work at Build-A-Bear soft as
Underhand pitching with skills
Shit, and ain't no use in
Crying over spilt milk you're dead and gone
The pall-bearers
to the buryin' ground
I followed my daddy to the buryin' ground
I watched the pall bearers slowly let him down
That was the last time I saw my daddy's face
a pall bearer there
No Newports, Marlboro's here, go smoke that
The smoke in your face, bitch, I ain't never cared
Get shot down when the Ghost smell
Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
God'll know I died standin' pat.
I want six crap shooters for pall bearers.
Chorus
to
Be going to his junior year, this is his funeral year
Pall-bearers, all looking like kids
Some faces show anger, some show tears
No mustaches, no
it Broken Down
You niggas buyin' Meth, I'm buyin' cookware
I'm tired of being a muthafuckin' pall-bearer
I think I'd rather be Geraldo Rivera
a pall bearer there
No Newports, Marlboro's here, go smoke that
The smoke in your face, bitch, I ain't never cared
Get shot down when the Ghost smell
should be told.
And Neil Young always claimed that Sweet Home
Alabama was one of his favorite songs. And legend
Has it that he was an honorary pall
what it is
They gon' send me to that island, for real
Real nigga, he won't stop if they hate
Real hitta, shoot that stick at your face (baow)
Pall
pall-bearers.||What I do on your grave won't pass for flowers either|Now mill ray and Jay-z you haven't heard of rap till you heard it from me.|I'm the baddest rapper
gallbladder
Fall flatter on your face
Now you carry by the pall-bearer
Or wear the black suit, eyes all teared up
Oh no, when your ho make a boss lit up
We in
hangin' at my heart, cagey, estray, stay away
I hate to say they made me a dawg
Anxious, movin' at a pall bearer's pace
My family flame in the rain
yeah I call it magic
Two clips, 34 shots, pall bearers and a casket
A couple of glocks, to kill off any cause of static
Didn't have the calico but you
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