Letras:
Funeral A Matter Of Time

of the eve. Turning the nighttime into day. They'll never be as strong as we can be, so long as we can change the game. I have a secret no one knows about

Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a

yards, drama, where does it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a, cop would get ****** Body found in the dumpster For real a

don't go 1st class Send my body home of a fright train So everyone can see me when I pass Don't worry none about no fancy funeral Cause it don't matter

at her Then climb in, slowly shatter her brain matter and batter her With the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her But before I do that, I'll have a

the only ones with a dream I'm a grown ass man, this kid a teen You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a Scream Audi Coupe, looking good so I went

'll always love you Big) Just to let y'all know, everything is all real But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal And pain is a part of life that

phenominal Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal Rob a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence

to funerals No matter how close we were On the inside it ached while Others be losing it I'm just wishing I could just break down And I been to a lot