paroles de chanson Funeral (feat. Slimneedabag) - Corey Patrick

My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral
My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral
Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full
Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful
Time is money so I use it up
My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral
Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full
Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful
Time is money so I use it up

I ain't even gone, shit I'm still rocking with you
Gone and light it up, yeah gone and pop that liquor
I ain't even gone, shit I'm still rocking with you
Gone and light it up, yeah gone and pop that liquor
I'm going up, come get high with me
Burn that shit up, turn that shit up
Come and fly with me, I'm going up, I'm going up
Come get high with me, burn that shit up, turn that shit up

Been a while since I spoke to the big man
Two Backwoods, six grams
The fit I want cost six grand
So nigga, I'm a ball like the 6 man
Love dark liquor, it's the shit, man
But I stay off half a pill just to withstand
The thought that a nigga could just
Click-Blam, then my life over like goddamn
That's why I been back to the old me
Calling shots off the jack, blowing OG
Put my bitch on her back, give her dope D
She never got a withdrawal, she might OD
I'm a greedy ass nigga, free 03
Me and gang like Shaq and Kobe
Me and gang like 'Bron and AD
No wonder all these pussy niggas hate me

My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral
Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full
Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful

I'm standing at my funeral, these pews is full, it's beautiful
This life, is there really a way to live it right
I done spent way too much time
Racing, running from these lights
Counting to make sure it's right, angry getting into fights
All this blood up on my whites, I got scuffs up on my Nikes
Money coming, it's a-ight, why we do this every night
I stay praying to the Lord to keep my family safe
Gotta chase this paper every single day
Been addicted ever since I got a taste
Heartbreaks every time my homie catch a case
Life is like a box of chocolates on display
I came up a hustler, turned into a player
I be mobbin', call up Tony for a favor
Middle finger, what I put up on a hater
I be getting higher than an elevator
I ain't gon' trust that you gon' see me later
Thank ya
Want my ashes spread from New England to Jamaica

My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral
Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full
Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful
Time is money so I use it up
My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral
Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full
Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful
Time is money so I use it up