Låttexter:
Funeral Fallen One

has now come The fallen one has given birth Praise the morning son He now walks the earth Release my soul and let me be Your hand on earth in victory Fallen one

game The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes The studios, the shows, comes and it goes The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe I ain't tryna fight, I ain't tryna fuss I trying for the money, they tryna fall in love. [Chorus

prescriptions so we all gon' die CVS is slangin' dope on every block worldwide Since, spies up and had the dope game on fine Then it's only right for one

I provide For your blasphemy, I bring you disease, a funeral feast I take the helm and steer you into, a hellish domain You fall in the streets, succumb

fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow wonder would they even call? When

don't idolize me only one GOD. The ceremony of our innocence is drown seeing evil clowns and they're dancing all around I don't cry at funerals I cry

chota, livin? la vida loca Look in my pockets, someone always had some fusca You know how it is, you rollin? through you keep trucha Bullets flyin? I ain't lyin?, I got hit by one

boys get the worst, I aim your forehead and burst I'm evil, fires in the sky, I see no diamonds it's true Aim for your guts and blow your breakfast out behind you I'm one