Funeral Season Lyrics - Hit-boy

Statik, wuddup? 

Ghost 

Did lot 

Stone cold shooter, let the heater blow 

Gun that a just main Twitter, follow the leader though 

Up in the hood, homie askin I got my nina on 

Adjusted his eyes on some niggas that he needed gone 

It's like that regular, life ain't normal 

If you dyin' to shine then ice ain't for you 

If the sky fall then the sky can't warn you 

When your head crack the dice don't warn you 

Lightin up weed, pour that sour 

In the streets in the mix like Kool Aid powder 

Ride on them niggas, show em you ain't coward 

Yea you got family but you ain't ours 

Get popped up, oxed up, or boxed up 

Think it's a joke then bitch nigga then hop up 

Cuz I'm Ghost and I'm still OG 

This time I'm with Statik and the Trill OG, wuddup? 

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Livin rich or livin poor 

Funerals stay on schedule 

This not season, can't stop the heathen 

Funerals stay on schedule 

All the G's is getting money and relaxin 

But funerals stay on schedule 

And I don't even care about the charges if they ain't federal 

Funerals stay on schedule 

I walk the cold streets of the city with big heaters 

Ready for cats, there's no one up, they dick beaters 

Yea it's Big B, the trill OG walkin 

So keep yo mouth shut when the OG talkin 

If I want your opinion then nigga I'll beat it out of you 

I'm bred for the gutters bitch, I doin' what I gotta do 

And that's got a lot to do with where I was raised 

Original land of the trill where they roamin with K's 

On the ground with the gauge, and they lurkin with ninas 

Doing dirt to get paid, committing more than misdemeanors 

What's the while the shit you see a nigga do in his life 

Is the average shit 

That's goin on here every night 

You can go to PA, til they beam all the yonkers 

The young niggas wildin in the streets, going bonkers 

Best thing I could do right now is pray for you 

I pass? the pistol nigga to lay on you, hold up 

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For every nigga that say he proud of me, it's a nigga that's out for me 

Feelin like Martin Luther, I'm standin out on the balcony 

Niggas used to be close but I cut em off, call em amputees 

Niggas was in the van with me, only niggas advance with me 

Bitches ain't wanna fuck, now they on they knees for a chance with me 

If you knew what that bass meant this is my fuckin rhapsody 

Feel like I'm on Rap City, killin it with my faculty 

High up off the ground, I swear I'm defying gravity 

An IE youngin but when I grow up I'mma buy me something 

I always knew it like the psyche bluffin 

Miss Cleo of the hustle, I swear I could see the future 

We got bigger guns than dreams, little niggas'll shoot ya 

For no reason other than colors, he looked up to his brother 

Now we layin beside him, too many tears for a mother 

Too many story of hunger but fuck ya infomercial 

I be out here in the streets tryna teach my niggas to come up, word