Fabolous - The Wake lyrics

[Talking:] It really was all Drama's fault, I been had the mixtape done He's like, yeah, that's cool but I'm 'bout to go to the Bahamas Bahamas? n***a, we got work to do We gotta finish k**in' the f**in' competition We can start the funeral service First off I wanna send my condolences First off I wanna send my condolences First off I wanna send my condolences Rest in peace to the competition, yeah Rest in peace to the competition What's up, Drama? Y'all know what this is right? Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz Da, da grillz, da, da, da grillz Da, da grillz, da, da, da, da, da I am logged on to f** n***as dot com And I am everything these f** n***as, not Drama I am logged on to f** n***as dot com And I am everything these f** n***as, not Drama Must be some confusion, you n***as are not me I am an illusion, really what you cannot see So picture me like a paparazzi, H dot N dot I dot C We don't play when we roll, no Yahtzee And I hate you n***as, no Nazi But this the holocaust, rap genocide, yeah Ike Turner take that b**h slaps in the ride My shorty tellin' me, k** the competition boo And I be tellin' her There Is No Competition 2, nice There Is No Competition 2 It's good to wake up look in the mirror And the only competition's you And even that n***a ain't seein' me My reflection have a hard time bein' me So they tryna do me sh**, it's time to dead it I'm what ya don't do even if Simon said it I k** 'em with the shine, yeah, these black diamond's credit And my watch is sick but I have no time for medics Black ice in the Ottomar, this is custom order bra First I call the j**eler up, then I call the coroner My car is foreigner, my b**h is from Florida I k**ed the p**y last night so now her man is mournin' her Good mornin', sir, I goodnight, n***as Y'all on d**h row, I Suge Knight, n***as Time to depart, I book flights, n***a Wa**up son? What it look like, n***a? Black dress, black suits, black shades, black boots Black truck, black coupe, guns blow, black flutes Black card, black j**els, black party bag Black Friday, throw it in a body bag Black Barbie, that's what I call my black braud African plug, that's what I call a black chord Get ya sharps, get ya flats, that's the black keys Gettin' slick'll get ya holes in ya black tees Black limos, black town cars, black hearses Black register books signed in black cursive Black tears, white tissues outta black purses That's procedure when I'm sendin' back verses The wake, it's the wake right here Come before the funeral, n***a They call me funeral fab, n***a, a.k.a Young Funeral I'm k**ing these n***as And I'm the undertaker, Drama With the body in the bag All these n***as is dead You look around, they're all dead This will be fun, it's tree fam n***a, affiliates, nice