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It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the done
He's like, yeah, cool but I'm 'bout to go to the Bahamas
Bahamas? Nigga, we got to do
We finish killin' the fuckin' competition
We can start the service

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

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

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

I am on to fuck niggas dot com
And I am everything fuck niggas, not Drama
I am logged on to fuck dot com
And I am these fuck niggas, not Drama

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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