Funeral

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Two Glocks in the dash of the whip
Boom-stick where the passenger sits
My niggas savage and bent
On getting ends, attack for stacks and the grip
Blast a nigga out his socks, then it's back on the hip
Only catch me with a smile off a pack and a fifth
An acid tablet, gram of wax, and half a stack of the thizz
In other words I'm volatile to the average kids
The blackest sheep among the wolves, and they gon' scatter for him

[Verse 2]
Momma raised me to be a fuckin' saint
Turned my cheek and found out that i had an ugly face
Learned the streets and found out that my choices done erased, a path for average living, that was a given I couldn't take
And most these niggas rapping just happen to be fabrications of major labels changing their past so they could have relation
Biking with white in my bag and, a script of Vicodin slangin' to peoples parents was the business i was thriving in
But I, took it easy and found my life again
Now the only dope that im throwin' is what I write in pen
Pay respects to the nigga that I just might have been, He died within the minute I finished sinning to write again