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Paroles de la chanson Man at the Funeral Home par J. Stalin & Lil Blood
This is Jay P Bangz
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
Only time'll tell if the real prevail
I gotta make it to Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
Only time'll tell if the real prevail
I gotta make it to Heaven 'cause I'm livin' in Hell
They still throw us in jail for protectin' ourself
And never teach us in school 'bout generational wealth
So by the time he 14, he got a strap on his belt
Nobody heard his silent pleas when he was askin' for help
So you can never feel the pain that his mama felt
People cryin', stand around in the lobby
And they want her to ID the body
Plus his lil' brother wanna copy his lifestyle
He on his way to buy a gun, nigga, right now
Put it on the gang gang, he gon' knock a nigga down
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
Whole family traumatized
And never teach us in school 'bout generational wealth
So by the time he 14, he got a strap on his belt
Nobody heard his silent pleas when he was askin' for help
So you can never feel the pain that his mama felt
People cryin', stand around in the lobby
And they want her to ID the body
Plus his lil' brother wanna copy his lifestyle
He on his way to buy a gun, nigga, right now
Put it on the gang gang, he gon' knock a nigga down
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
Only time will tell if the real prevail
Some niggas make it to Heaven, some niggas make it to Hell
Some niggas make it to college, some niggas make it to jail
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
Only time will tell if the real prevail
Some niggas make it to Heaven, some niggas make it to Hell
Some niggas make it to college, some niggas make it to jail
Some niggas buy it to smoke, some niggas buy it to sell
I split the pot with my niggas, some niggas in it for self
Held my own up in Rita, I was up in there for cells
Watchin' life fade away, rottin' behind cells
I'm broke, Deuce broke, no, I can't bail
Now crackers gettin' rich off our motherfuckin' misery
Damn, cracker kill 'em, put 'em out they motherfuckin' memory
When I die, wonder will my bitch still remember me?
Will she cry? Will she go fuck one of my enemies?
Bitch, do you love me like you say you love me?
Bitch, I'm stressin', I just need for you to hug me
I split the pot with my niggas, some niggas in it for self
Held my own up in Rita, I was up in there for cells
Watchin' life fade away, rottin' behind cells
I'm broke, Deuce broke, no, I can't bail
Now crackers gettin' rich off our motherfuckin' misery
Damn, cracker kill 'em, put 'em out they motherfuckin' memory
When I die, wonder will my bitch still remember me?
Will she cry? Will she go fuck one of my enemies?
Bitch, do you love me like you say you love me?
Bitch, I'm stressin', I just need for you to hug me
Whole fam fucked up
The man at the funeral home just see a quick back
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
The man at the funeral home just see a quick back
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
Whole family traumatized
Man at the funeral home, he seein' dollar signs, dollar signs
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
And they get rich up off our misery, misery
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