| Statik, wuddup?
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| Ghost
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| Did lot
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| Stone cold shooter, let the heater blow
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| Gun that a just main Twitter, follow the leader though
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| Up in the hood, homie askin I got my nina on
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| Adjusted his eyes on some niggas that he needed gone
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| It’s like that regular, life ain’t normal
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| If you dyin' to shine then ice ain’t for you
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| If the sky fall then the sky can’t warn you
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| When your head crack the dice don’t warn you
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| Lightin up weed, pour that sour
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| In the streets in the mix like Kool Aid powder
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| Ride on them niggas, show em you ain’t coward
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| Yea you got family but you ain’t ours
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| Get popped up, oxed up, or boxed up
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| Think it’s a joke then bitch nigga then hop up
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| Cuz I’m Ghost and I’m still OG
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| This time I’m with Statik and the Trill OG, wuddup?
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| Livin rich or livin poor
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| Funerals stay on schedule
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| This not season, can’t stop the heathen
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| Funerals stay on schedule
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| All the G’s is getting money and relaxin
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| But funerals stay on schedule
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| And I don’t even care about the charges if they ain’t federal
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| Funerals stay on schedule
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| I walk the cold streets of the city with big heaters
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| Ready for cats, there’s no one up, they dick beaters
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| Yea it’s Big B, the trill OG walkin
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| So keep yo mouth shut when the OG talkin
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| If I want your opinion then nigga I’ll beat it out of you
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| I’m bred for the gutters bitch, I doin' what I gotta do
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| And that’s got a lot to do with where I was raised
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| Original land of the trill where they roamin with K’s
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| On the ground with the gauge, and they lurkin with ninas
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| Doing dirt to get paid, committing more than misdemeanors
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| Once the while the shit you see a nigga do in his life
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| Is the average shit that’s goin on here every night
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| You can go to PA, til they beam all the yonkers
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| The young niggas wildin in the streets, going bonkers
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| Best thing I could do right now is pray for you
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| I pass? |
| the pistol nigga to lay on you, hold up
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| For every nigga that say he proud of me, it’s a nigga that’s out for me
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| Feelin like Martin Luther, I’m standin out on the balcony
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| Niggas used to be close but I cut em off, call em equities
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| Niggas was in the van with me, only niggas advance with me
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| Bitches ain’t wanna fuck, now they on they knees for a chance with me
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| If you knew what that bass meant this is my fuckin rhapsody
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| Feel like I’m on Rap City, killin it with my faculty
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| High up off the ground, I swear I’m defying gravity
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| An IE youngin but when I grow up I’mma buy me something
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| I always knew it like the psyche bluffin
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| Miss Cleo of the hustle, I swear I could see the future
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| We got bigger guns than dreams, little niggas’ll shoot ya
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| For no reason other than colors, he looked up to his brother
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| Now we layin beside him, too many tears for a mother
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| Too many story of hunger but fuck ya infomercial
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| I be out here in the streets tryna teach my niggas to come up, word |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Funeral Season , by - Statik Selektah. Song from the album Extended Play, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп