Funeral Friday ft. Young MVP Lyrics

Like I died last week this funeral's Friday

I'm invited, speech or I can lay in silence

Yea hey, spirit used to lifting off

And while alive that spirit be spitting raw material

Freestyles imperative to growth when thinking on your toes

You can try and plan it out but in the end you never know

New friends got my back like a rack full of clothes

And Day 1's, You already know

How I keep it loyal to manifesting the goal

From making mess at the home to investments

Wishing the best for contestants

And if you test me I might not prevail just to serve you up

Murder ya, nobody's hearing or ever heard of you

Jamie lee Curtis, closed curtains, this is murder bro

Throw you to the pin for the piggies to have they turn with you

Early bird, not for the worm but hit the curvature of the earth

And I'm surfing like I always burn it up

My turn for the run so ima run it up on you after herb in the blunt

Presidential Barbershop stock coffins for lunch

And bring them artists in with lyrics packing a punch

I'm overpacking for lunch, think twice of who you playing with

Even if you think you know me and who you staying with

I see you got some haters like you a racist kid

I also see your girl, she want a taste of it

Like I'm Tyga, nothing nice unless you like spice

I'm ultra nice like Jeremiah I'm Woosa

Tube socks, more fun than Boondocks

I'm out here floating undercover off them Moonrocks

Who got a Lex or Bugatti, thinking elegance with a dime riding shotty

Bout to bag another body

Slick seventies Fonzie coming for you like the boy a zombie

Ah

Oh they nice my nigga

Well I'm twice the killer

Ghost Face and Cam, yea twice the killer

Medics and ambulance trying to keep a brother woke like an activist

Open heads leave them in your body like an accident

This just practice. They just actors

Murder murder kill shoot, lights camera action

I'm bad Michael Jackson. You can get jack son for all your rations

Because I been cuz, because I been fasting

Starving like a Marvin, hungry so retarded

Like I be, like I be smoking on gardens

Like I wanna be trying to smoke up in the gardens

I mean I'm trying to get the party started like up jump the boogie, up up jump the boogie

MVP party don't stop. Said the MVP party don't stop

Up jump the boogie, up up jump the boogie

Up jump the boogie. Don't stop, don't stop

Said the MVP party is a dope ass party cause a dope ass party can't stop

Said up jump the boogie, up up jump the boogie

Up jump the boogie. Don't stop, don't stop

Nene bring the party, ain't nobody gonna stop it

I'ma rock it even after I drop

Cause it's a celebration. No space for any haters

Only thing that's up in my face is cake, weed, and paper

Yea she making her paper

Turn around and hit the studio, making a banger

I ain't chasing the bank I make the money work for me

I mean, I'm still putting in the work as you can see but I

Somehow some way keep coming up with funky ass shit

Like I love to get paid

Get with the basics, ace it, don't say shit

Let work speak for itself and be patient

That always bringing in wealth and temptation

And when you think you on top, don't get complacent

For the race is never finished

And racers always replenish the industry with incentives

While a certain percentage be acting timid

Standing front line with no gimmicks

Feeling a bit more like Big Sean with Big Bidness