The Wake Lyrics - There Is No Competition 2: The Grieving Music Mixtape - Fabolous

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 fuckin' 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 

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I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com 

And I am everything these fuck niggas, not Drama 

I am logged on to fuck niggas dot com 

And I am everything these fuck 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 

Photos 

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 pussy 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