(Intro)
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Statik, wuddup?
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Ghost
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Did lot
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(Verse)
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Stone cold shooter, let the heater blow
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Gun that a just main Twitter, follow the leader though
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Up in the hood, homie askin, I got my Nina on
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Just stood his eyes on some niggas that he needed gone
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ItĄ¯s like that recorder, life ainĄ¯t normal
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If you die to shine then ice ainĄ¯t for you
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If the sky fall then the sky canĄ¯t warn you
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When your head crack the base donĄ¯t warn you
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Lightin up weed, pour that sour
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In the streets in the mix like Kool Aid powder
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Ride on them niggas, show em you ainĄ¯t coward
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Yea you got family but you ainĄ¯t ours
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Get popped up, oxed up, or boxed up
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Think itĄ¯s a joke then bitch nigga done up up
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Cuz IĄ¯m ghost and IĄ¯m still OG
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This time IĄ¯m with Statik and itĄ¯s real OG, wuddup?
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(Hook)
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Livin rich or livin poor
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Funerals stay on schedule
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This not season, canĄ¯t stop the heatin
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Funerals stay on schedule
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All the GĄ¯s is getting money and relaxin
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But funerals stay on schedule
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And I donĄ¯t even care about the charges, invade federal
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Funerals stay on schedule
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(Verse)
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I walk the cold streets of the city with big heaters
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Ready for cats, thereĄ¯s no one up, they dick beat us
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Yea itĄ¯s Big B, the trill OG walkin
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So keep yo mouth shut when the OG talkin
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If I want your opinion then nigga IĄ¯ll beat it out of you
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IĄ¯m real for the gunners bitch, I do on what I gotta do
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And thatĄ¯s got a lot to do with where I was raised
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Reach and old man in the trill where they roamin with KĄ¯s
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Always round with the gauge and they lurkin with meaners
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Who will serve to get paid, committing more than misdemeanors
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Once the while the shit you see my nigga do in his life
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The average shit, thereĄ¯s no one on here every night
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You can go to PA, til they beam all the yonkers
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The young niggas wilin in the streets, going bonkers
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Best thing I could do right now is pray for you
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Just to narrow that pistol nigga to lay on you, hold up
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(Hook)
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Livin rich or livin poor
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Funerals stay on schedule
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This not season, canĄ¯t stop the heatin
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Funerals stay on schedule
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All the GĄ¯s is getting money and relaxin
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But funerals stay on schedule
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And I donĄ¯t even care about the charges, invade federal
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Funerals stay on schedule
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(Verse)
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For every nigga that say he proud of me
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ItĄ¯s a nigga thatĄ¯s out for me
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Feelin like Martin Luther, IĄ¯m standin out on the balcony
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Niggas used to be tough but I cut em off, call em equities
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Niggas was in the fam with me, only niggas that dance with me
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Bitches ainĄ¯t wanna fuck, now they on and this for a chance with me
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If you knew what that bass meant this is my fuckin rhapsody
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Feel like IĄ¯m a rhapsody, killin it with my faculty
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High up above the ground, I swear IĄ¯m defying gravity
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Yea I be younger but when I grow up IĄ¯mma buy me something
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I always knew IĄ¯m like the psyche bluffin
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Miss clear where the hustle, watch where I could see the future
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We got bigger guns than dreams, little niggas will shoot ya
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For no reason other than colors, he looked up to his brother
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Now we layin beside him, too many tears for a mother
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Too many story of hunger but fuck ya
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If I must so I be out here in the streets tryna teach my niggas to come up, word
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(Hook)
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Livin rich or livin poor
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Funerals stay on schedule
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This not season, canĄ¯t stop the heatin
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Funerals stay on schedule
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All the GĄ¯s is getting money and relaxin
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But funerals stay on schedule
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And I donĄ¯t even care about the charges, invade federal
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Funerals stay on schedule
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Funeral Season
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| Statik Selektah |
