Lyrics Funeral - Ransom, VDon

Funeral

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)