J. Stalin, Lil Blood - Man at the Funeral Home lyrics
[J. Stalin, Lil Blood - Man at the Funeral Home lyrics]
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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