Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Funeral, artist - Ransom. Date of issue: 31.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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) |