Young Spittah - Funeral lyrics

Verse 0:23 The reflection is all written up It's time to release it Got some sh** I gotta let out So call this an exclusive Magazine stay asking for an exclusive I been doing this too long to every get cheated on Nas taught me the cheat code Is never be greedy I could give two f**s about popping bottles if my picture ain't vivid My main man told me your hard work will gets recognized Cause the ones whose chilling at the side lines Be the same ones who wants a slice of the pie I swear These hoes be trynna make a point Till they see you at the Grammys Claiming they loving your music Man that sh** don't make no sense How they be switching there sets But imma be the one to tell you don't let it catch you when you least expect Laying there wondering how you the most effects by this Tired of people making me feel like I don't know what I'm doing Tired of looking into my past feelings like I'm being haunted by them Not knowing depression would keep building like books on a shelf Can you feel the fire burning All these people at my funeral ain't know I was hurting Hook When they lay my caskets down They gone say I'm the dopest n***as calling you p**y when you keep it one hundred Imma be the realest at my Funeral service Verse 2 Second verse and I still ain't lose my memory Bucking ham palace when I was out with the manager Buccarines calling shots while I'm trying to tamper it Traumatize so you wonder why my flow ain't different This the type of sh** I go to therapy for n***a wanna get rich over night with no working flow Thinking back to how they treated me when I wasn't in the scenery High school reunion will be worth the appearance Make everyone who show up go through security clearance With fake congratulations and wonder how I'm doing No limit needed when my lyrics are quote able No matter how far these b**hes wander they will gravitate back to you To everyone I know respect your zone I know by now to keep it one hundred to the bone While only a few really know what was going on I go though phase thinking god hated me Keeping thing to myself just didn't make it better But at the end of the day I knew no one was there Gun shot to the head and the screaming is dead Laying in Red Sea of blood cause no one was there Hook I'll never give up on my dream It's the scheme for my future I won't stop till the casket drop Cause I'm gone be the realest at my funeral service