[Chorus]

Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown

Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome

For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it

Cuz fuckin' wit the Pap'll get your arms folded

So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown

Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome

For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it

Cuz fuckin' wit this click'll get your arms folded



[Papoose]

Who bet they best against mine?

I press the west and let the vest protect mine

Led crimes that head the headlines and spoke cake times

I used ta catch shines

Rockin' when I see you next time

Neva but greater threat, I make mine

Soon as I let the infared shine

Everybody know it's hit the deck time

Don't go against mine

I make a whino bleed red wine

Sometimes my own peoples slick talk, try ta test mine

Get outta line, so I give em deadlines

Even disrespectful respect mine

Light weighted but I rep mine

I don't lift weights, but I bench press a tec 9

I'm known for holdin' big shit

The last time I showed the biscuit

I made this dude sweat enough bullets ta load a clip wit

When cops drop warrants and try ta get me bagged up

All they hear on they walkie-talkies is