Funeral / 911 (feat. Xaiyo) [Remix]

Pit stop, when the body drop Call 911, but make sure it ain't the cops I made a lot of fuckin money off of selling these rocks But everything comes to an end So I said "F*CK MY ENEMIES!" You got the best of me! This shit wasn't meant to be! It's like a recipe But you got me fair and square, I guess it's over Bullet in my head, you caught me lackin' in my rover What about my funeral!? Everyone is dressed in all black Carrying my casket, where the f*ck my dad at? He's with my friends, asking like "how did this end?" "Rappers die young" and we don't go to heaven Only 17, could you imagine if I die? As a rapper in my city, would my city cry? I don't even know, all my homies switchin' sides We built this from the ground up, only Xaiyo decides! And I know, that you don't wanna see me dead But death is unexpected, I could die inside my bed when I'm sleepin' In ya hometown they wanna kill you for no reason So imma go and pack my bags and jump off of the deep end But I don't have a say! Struggle with it for a thousand days! Just because you make music doesn't mean we're the same This shit is a different game! Uh, but I said F*CK YOU! & F*CK HIM! A year after I die, my legacy will turn to nothing Body in the casket, ain't no more of Xaiyo stuntin' Caught me lackin in my rover, and then you started runnin'