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motel eola & taunts - black funeral lyrics
it’s ta and i’m here to stay
no more time to waste, no more games to play
lemme see your hands up hands up
and if you fall stand up stand up
trag blessed me, swb
trag and blessed putting on for the team, but what about me?
i ain’t slacking no acting, but now its time to make a scene
lemme show em why they envy the borough, that is green
f-ck being hungry if n0body knows you eat
so my bro be in the kitchen and he produced this heat
it’s like wowa’s shooting a p-rno the way i’m f-cking this beat
and i find it so funny when these phony’s try n phone me
people say i’ve been ghost, time to rise from the dead
and they wanna hear me clash i’d rather write tracks instead
cause of the way i write with the lead
behind bars you can say i’m in pen
wait a minute, time is ours, it didn’t even take a sec
lemme take a breath
cause this is like a letter, got a lot of things to address
this is quite similar to a bench press
got some weight i got to get off my chest
yes
it’s ta and i’m here to stay
no more time to waste, no more games to play
lemme see your hands up hands up
and if you fall stand up stand up
don’t mention me if you ain’t following
before we was up and coming and now we’re f-cking going in
n-ggas talk like they’re blessed
get them cross they’ll show you sin
waste rappers recycling lines about they’ve been in bin
life’s a game and so i’m levelling
on the road to fame, f-ck automatic riding manual
never shirt and tie it suits me being casual
f-ck knocking kick down doors if i can’t handle you
i’m a man now
not a teen, i’m 18 years of age
different level, i’m a different game
i’m a different book, you’re a different page
bruddas be robbing from the hood
cos they know pushing a range ain’t outta their range
they ain’t got money to waste
then why am i seeing lv on their waist
smoking cheese won’t make you grater
moving food call them a waiter
smoking trees burns your paper
to all them haters my hair waves, see you later
it’s ta and i’m here to stay
no more time to waste, no more games to play
lemme see your hands up hands up
and if you fall stand up stand up
i’m like soldier in a bar, the way i’m taking shots at everybody
all black funeral swag, fresh to death
they don’t hear me properly
k!lling the compet-tion listen
i’ll body bag anybody
ask my arsonal its a horror if i let off the shotty
couple lyrical shooters that roll with bazookas
been quiet for a while time to make a sound
nah they couldn’t mute us
iller then a virus come to shut it down like computers
tryna see m’s like one side of a ruler
cause we used a have a dj, ha, scratch that
the people wanna hear me do grime, f that
i rap tracks, i flashed back
and realised that people had their back flashed
are the first ones to get back stabbed
it makes sense why blessed always rolls with his backpack
no more royal t, there’s more royalties for me
skibiddy flow all over beats
me and the team are tryna feast
coming from south-east
cause the games like a buffet and everybody tryna eat
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