Lyrics Funeral Music - TheAllAmericanKid

Bring that funeral music
It's the death of that old commercial shit
We back with the grimy shit. Keep the shit coming
Yall niggas in the wrong game
The game has got me fucked up haters looking niggas tripping
Look around dog same hitmen Bruce Willis I'm a Die Hard Christian
Nigga listen camouflage fatigues in the booth
War zone rap it's the truth
First clip no safety nigga it's on automatic let go
Second clip reloaded like Keanu
Bust back grimy track by the young boys mile high gang
We deadly to Marquis run the lab Shoddie run the streets fool
Rookie niggas get pinched by the big man turn bitch quick
What you want jealous that bitch nigga if you snitch
You'll make me rich I'll take that hit
Aint nothing to a nigga like me bitch
Baseball shit hit the game from both sides - drugs and rhymes
Grant Hill shit – make money from the sidelines we the future
Grow from rap how about that dirty clip don't try and jack
Nigga Scott free pop on you like hey hoe
This thing done hit more niggas than J. Lo
Niggas leave earth when I say so point the finger bullets go
You aint got a chance shoot at your feet nigga
Do the hammer dance rap menace treat you like Cain
Aw that's your new shit
That's your new song turn that nothing shit off
I made more enemies than friends
This time I'm out for revenge
You take cheap shots like I ain't listening
Shoot your mouth off like your invincible
But all bullshit comes to an end
And my patience is wearing thin
But keep talking and see where it gets you
Just use caution cause it your funeral
I was lost but I found my way
Disregarded what you niggas had to say
Carpe Diem I live for the day not concerned with the fame
Or involved with you lames
You talk a good game but can you hold your weight
This aint no game that I'm playing nigga these are high stakes
So you're either with me or against me allie or advisory
Either way you can't beat me
You denied I was nice implied that I might
Fall off overnight or go out without a fight
But this is my world you're just living in
It paying rent like the rest of these civilians
And the time has come so let's settle this with heavy metal clips
Cause I'm too old for this petty shit and who knows if I'll ever get
To see the benefits of any of this rap shit
So enter at your own risk bring your own clips
I'll call in the hit that will end your existence
And when I say it's in your best interest
Cease and desist with the stupid shit
Before I really flip and get highly pissed
Cause I kill for the thrill of it
To make a mill you got to think like a hood rich nigga who's sick
Of breaking his neck breaking his back bending over backwards
In a never ending battle but I welcome all challengers
Step back I can handle this I'm hip-hops prime candidate
Marquis for president high of sedatives
Marijuana and Seagram's seven
I leave them guessing staying one step ahead of them
In other words yall niggas are irrelevant
I made more enemies than friends
This time I'm out for revenge
You take cheap shots like I ain't listening
Shoot your mouth off like your invincible
But all bullshit comes to an end
And my patience is wearing thin
But keep talking and see where it gets you
Just use caution cause it your funeral