CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Funeral Ashes
I'm still ridin' on Palm Angels, yeah
I got juice, juicin' out the Off White
Al Geno on the track
Fifty racks, you hear me?
VVs in my chain, came from Section 8 homes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
n***as I thought would slide, I left 'em at the playground (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
How could I ever forget you?
You did me dirty, you did mе wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong (Did me wrong)
Why would I ever miss you?
Won't dial no numbеrs, I'm leanin' off styrofoam (Won't dial no numbers)
He got the address to the funeral (Watchu doin', Rylo?), I'm dyin' to live (I'm dyin', I'm dyin')
He catch a body, did me up ten bands, them n***as dyin' to kill (Dyin' to kill)
How you supposed to change, everyday you do the same thing? (Same thing)
Wake up, first thing on her mind, "Gotta dodge chain gang" (That's the first thing)
Glock 27 with a thirty in there to make his brain hang (Make his brain hang)
.223 Kel-Tec rifle, that'll make my chain gang
I know a young n***a who got locked, we was doin' the same thing (We was doin' the same thing)
I know a couple n***as earnin' stripes, that n***a used to be lame
(Used to be lame)
Seen scared n***as turn hard, seen grown men turn boys
I gave her a hotel card, we f**k at the awards
And went to have a lil' boy, thinkin' 'bout nothin' when I'm rod
So he can keep it with him
He better not tell, one out the head even if your people with you (Your people with you)
Boss n***a get caught up inside the game, who tryna beat the system? (Tryna beat the system)
I got blood who got blood who got leeches with 'em
I know rappers who know rappers and Ion't want no features with 'em
Nobody made it where I'm from, project concrete (Project concrete)
Million dollar n***a, I'm in my city ridin' 'round one deep (I'm ridin' 'round one deep)
Don't hold my hand, ho, even though we f**ked at Palm Beach (We f**ked at Palm Beach)
Ashes in the McLaren
Fifty racks on me, three straps on me
Flawless diamonds got her starin' (Starin')
How long will they mourn me? Strapped up performin' (Strapped up performin')
I can show emotions but it's hard when you come around
Thought that I could cry thinkin' 'bout Day, they start comin' down (They start comin' down)
I ain't seen none of these hoes when I was broke, what got 'em comin' 'round?
Ion't give a f**k about a post, I pull up Ghost, I feel a hunnid now (I feel a hunnid)
Load my hand with racks, not just off streams, I get hunnid thousands
Junkie got the lean for every line, I give a hunnid dollars
Way before this rap sh*t, I had fifty-nine, got a hunnid problems
We did a lick so f**k the gym, we pushin' weight, cuz say we tryna spot him
Tell me I'm yours (Tell me I'm yours), and I don't really care who knows it
But can we afford, ayy, to be that open? We know what I got goin'
I'll f**k you like a miss you for
They gon' ghost, don't hit you up
FaceTime, I don't pick it up (Don't pick it up)
How 'bout you just ask me how I've been? (Ask me how I've been)
Why I can't just f**k you with your friends? (Why I can't just f**k you with your friends?)
How could I ever forget you?
You did me dirty, you did me wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
Why would I ever miss you?
Won't dial no numbers, I'm leanin' off styrofoam
He got the address to the funeral, I'm dyin' to live
He catch a body, did me up ten bands, them n***as dyin' to kill
Ashes in the McLaren
Fifty racks on me, three straps on me
Flawless diamonds got her starin'
How long will they mourn me? Strapped up performin'
I got juice, juicin' out the Off White
Al Geno on the track
Fifty racks, you hear me?
VVs in my chain, came from Section 8 homes (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
n***as I thought would slide, I left 'em at the playground (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
How could I ever forget you?
You did me dirty, you did mе wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong (Did me wrong)
Why would I ever miss you?
Won't dial no numbеrs, I'm leanin' off styrofoam (Won't dial no numbers)
He got the address to the funeral (Watchu doin', Rylo?), I'm dyin' to live (I'm dyin', I'm dyin')
He catch a body, did me up ten bands, them n***as dyin' to kill (Dyin' to kill)
How you supposed to change, everyday you do the same thing? (Same thing)
Wake up, first thing on her mind, "Gotta dodge chain gang" (That's the first thing)
Glock 27 with a thirty in there to make his brain hang (Make his brain hang)
.223 Kel-Tec rifle, that'll make my chain gang
I know a young n***a who got locked, we was doin' the same thing (We was doin' the same thing)
I know a couple n***as earnin' stripes, that n***a used to be lame
(Used to be lame)
Seen scared n***as turn hard, seen grown men turn boys
I gave her a hotel card, we f**k at the awards
And went to have a lil' boy, thinkin' 'bout nothin' when I'm rod
So he can keep it with him
He better not tell, one out the head even if your people with you (Your people with you)
Boss n***a get caught up inside the game, who tryna beat the system? (Tryna beat the system)
I got blood who got blood who got leeches with 'em
I know rappers who know rappers and Ion't want no features with 'em
Nobody made it where I'm from, project concrete (Project concrete)
Million dollar n***a, I'm in my city ridin' 'round one deep (I'm ridin' 'round one deep)
Don't hold my hand, ho, even though we f**ked at Palm Beach (We f**ked at Palm Beach)
Ashes in the McLaren
Fifty racks on me, three straps on me
Flawless diamonds got her starin' (Starin')
How long will they mourn me? Strapped up performin' (Strapped up performin')
I can show emotions but it's hard when you come around
Thought that I could cry thinkin' 'bout Day, they start comin' down (They start comin' down)
I ain't seen none of these hoes when I was broke, what got 'em comin' 'round?
Ion't give a f**k about a post, I pull up Ghost, I feel a hunnid now (I feel a hunnid)
Load my hand with racks, not just off streams, I get hunnid thousands
Junkie got the lean for every line, I give a hunnid dollars
Way before this rap sh*t, I had fifty-nine, got a hunnid problems
We did a lick so f**k the gym, we pushin' weight, cuz say we tryna spot him
Tell me I'm yours (Tell me I'm yours), and I don't really care who knows it
But can we afford, ayy, to be that open? We know what I got goin'
I'll f**k you like a miss you for
They gon' ghost, don't hit you up
FaceTime, I don't pick it up (Don't pick it up)
How 'bout you just ask me how I've been? (Ask me how I've been)
Why I can't just f**k you with your friends? (Why I can't just f**k you with your friends?)
How could I ever forget you?
You did me dirty, you did me wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
Why would I ever miss you?
Won't dial no numbers, I'm leanin' off styrofoam
He got the address to the funeral, I'm dyin' to live
He catch a body, did me up ten bands, them n***as dyin' to kill
Ashes in the McLaren
Fifty racks on me, three straps on me
Flawless diamonds got her starin'
How long will they mourn me? Strapped up performin'
