The Wake Lyrics

[Talking:]
It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape done
He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the Bahamas
Bahamas? Nigga, we got work to do
We gotta finish killin' the f*ckin' competition
We can start the funeral service

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

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

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

I am logged on to f*ck niggas dot com
And I am everything these f*ck niggas, not Drama
I am logged on to f*ck niggas dot com
And I am everything these f*ck niggas, not Drama

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I'm the undertaker, Drama
With the body in the bag
All these niggas is dead
You look around, they're all dead

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

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