Y9N Nino - Funeral Lyrics

Yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea yea
Ok
I don't fuck with you
Y9
Hbm shit
Look look
Shout out to them lake boys
When I die don't even
Come to my funeral
Showing all that love
To a nigga unusual
I been feeling death
Hanging round my shoulder
I been seeing death
Creeping round the corner
One thing for sure
A nigga never gone kill me
Even in a casket
I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me
Lost in my mistakes
It got me stuck in my feelings
To a better place
My soul to take
I pray while I'm living
Aye aye
I know it's wrong
But I still pray after sinning
Some times I feel like Jesus
Saying is you ever gone listen
Cause I been feeling death
Hanging round my shoulder
I been seeing death
Creeping round the corner
Aye aye
One thing for certain
I'ma die by myself
My niggas can't see nothing
Further than that iron
By they belt
Can hardly blame em
That's the cards that was dealt
Aye aye
Forever stepping
Till I run out of breath
Life is like some all whites
Just try to watch how you step
But it don't matter
Cause somehow it's gone
Get dirt up in there
When I die just bury me
With my stick
Couple pictures of my gitt
And Hennessy by The fifth
Stuck in the struggle
Tryna wiggle on out
Fuck niggas in the way
Tryna detour the route
They say keep ya mind open
You gone figure it out
It may sound weird
But I just think that rap
My only way out
Picture me rolling
But these haters
Don't want to
When I die
Don't even cry
Cause life just do
What it's pose to
I been feeling death
Hanging round my shoulder
I been seeing death
Creeping round the corner
Aye aye
I feel proud to be
A young nine Emma gitt
Creep ass niggas
Can't match our energy
All I see is red
Like a demon got into me
Run down hear them sounds
That's the end of my enemies
9 hold 30
16 in a dirty birdie
Keep one inside the head
You don't got to
Cock back to jerk it
Aye
Pounds came stuffed
In some turkey bags
If I can't catch my dream
Then I'ma just chase a bag
When I die don't even
Come to my funeral
Showing fake love
To a nigga ain't real shit
It's funny when you here
They disappear
On you real quick
Dead and gone
You all alone
Now they want to be with ya
Aye
I say they want to be with ya
Aye aye
I say they want to be with ya
Yae
Hanging up your pictures
Holding onto dear memories
Neglect me while I'm here
But when I'm gone
You'll be missing me

Yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea yea
Ok
I don't fuck with you
Y9
Hbm shit
Look look
Shout out to them lake boys
When I die don't even
Come to my funeral
Showing all that love
To a nigga unusual
I been feeling death
Hanging round my shoulder
I been seeing death
Creeping round the corner
One thing for sure
A nigga never gone kill me
Even in a casket
I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me
Lost in my mistakes
It got me stuck in my feelings
To a better place
My soul to take
I pray while I'm living
Aye aye
I know it's wrong
But I still pray after sinning
Some times I feel like Jesus
Saying is you ever gone listen
Cause I been feeling death
Hanging round my shoulder
I been seeing death
Creeping round the corner
Aye aye
One thing for certain
I'ma die by myself
My niggas can't see nothing
Further than that iron
By they belt
Can hardly blame em
That's the cards that was dealt
Aye aye
Forever stepping
Till I run out of breath
Life is like some all whites
Just try to watch how you step
But it don't matter
Cause somehow it's gone
Get dirt up in there
When I die just bury me
With my stick
Couple pictures of my gitt
And Hennessy by The fifth
Stuck in the struggle
Tryna wiggle on out
Fuck niggas in the way
Tryna detour the route
They say keep ya mind open
You gone figure it out
It may sound weird
But I just think that rap
My only way out
Picture me rolling
But these haters
Don't want to
When I die
Don't even cry
Cause life just do
What it's pose to
I been feeling death
Hanging round my shoulder
I been seeing death
Creeping round the corner
Aye aye
I feel proud to be
A young nine Emma gitt
Creep ass niggas
Can't match our energy
All I see is red
Like a demon got into me
Run down hear them sounds
That's the end of my enemies
9 hold 30
16 in a dirty birdie
Keep one inside the head
You don't got to
Cock back to jerk it
Aye
Pounds came stuffed
In some turkey bags
If I can't catch my dream
Then I'ma just chase a bag
When I die don't even
Come to my funeral
Showing fake love
To a nigga ain't real shit
It's funny when you here
They disappear
On you real quick
Dead and gone
You all alone
Now they want to be with ya
Aye
I say they want to be with ya
Aye aye
I say they want to be with ya
Yae
Hanging up your pictures
Holding onto dear memories
Neglect me while I'm here
But when I'm gone
You'll be missing me