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It really was all fault, I been had the mixtape done
like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the Bahamas
Bahamas? Nigga, we got to do
We gotta finish killin' the fuckin'
We can the funeral service

First off I wanna send my
First off I send my condolences
off I wanna send my condolences
Rest in to the competition, yeah

in peace to the competition
What's up, Y'all know what this is right?

Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da
Da, da grillz, da, da, da, da, da

I am on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am everything these fuck niggas, not
I am logged on to niggas dot com
And I am everything these niggas, not Drama

be some confusion, you niggas are not me
I am an illusion, really you cannot see
So me like a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C
We don't play when we roll, no
And I hate you niggas, no

But this the holocaust, rap genocide,
Ike Turner take that slaps in the ride
My shorty tellin' me, the competition boo
And I be her There Is No Competition 2, nice

Is No Competition 2
It's good to up look in the mirror
And the competition's you

And that nigga ain't seein' me
My reflection have a hard time me
So they tryna do me shit, it's to dead it
I'm what ya do even if Simon said it

I kill 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's
And my watch is sick but I have no time for
Black ice in the Ottomar, this is order bra
First I call the jeweler up, then I call the

My car is foreigner, my bitch is from
I killed the last night so now her man is mournin' her

mornin', sir, I goodnight, niggas
Y'all on death row, I Knight, niggas
Time to depart, I book flights,
Wassup What it look like, nigga?

Black dress, black suits, black shades, boots
Black truck, coupe, guns blow, black flutes
Black card, jewels, black party bag
Black Friday, throw it in a bag

Black Barbie, that's what I call my black
African plug, what I call a black chord
Get ya sharps, get ya flats, the black keys
Gettin' slick'll get ya holes in ya tees

Black limos, town cars, black hearses
Black register books signed in black
Black tears, white tissues outta purses
That's procedure when I'm sendin' back

The wake, it's the wake right
before the funeral, nigga
They call me funeral fab, nigga, a.k.a Funeral
I'm killing these

And I'm the undertaker,
With the in the bag
All niggas is dead
You look around, all dead

This will be fun, it's tree fam nigga, affiliates,